| Song | The Frostbitten Woodlands of Norway |
| Artist | Carpathian Forest |
| Album | Fuck You All!!!! Caput Tuum in Ano Est Carpat |
| 作曲 : Nattefrost, Tchort | |
| From the ice-cold Norwegian Hills | |
| From the silver mountain | |
| And from My world I consider you Dead | |
| I am born of Evil and Sin | |
| And I always walked unholy paths | |
| That you never seen or heard of | |
| ...And I must fight the endless battle ALONE | |
| You Freeze to death.. In morning mist.. | |
| Great vast landscapes, Frostbitten woodlands... | |
| Frozen thunder, Hellish blizzard storms | |
| Here snow will always fall... Black majestic Winter Magic | |
| The evil frozen Moonlit Nights | |
| Here exist NO fucking life! This is MY pandemonium!!! | |
| The Unholy North | |
| The Cold grip of Frost... of Frost!!!! | |
| Screams from tormented souls | |
| Echoes in these towering mountains | |
| The burning Pain is meant to last... | |
| The direction of cold winds brings the putrid smell of Death... | |
| All Heretics and Devils stand up and rides towards the Unholy Death... | |
| Inhuman Coldness, Hellish winds | |
| Black demons of the past | |
| Norwegian Winter Hell... | |
| Violent Battlecries, Perverted deathnoise | |
| Victorious echoes of War, Death and Despair... | |
| Candle life of own blood, and Heathen Heritage.. |
| zuò qǔ : Nattefrost, Tchort | |
| From the icecold Norwegian Hills | |
| From the silver mountain | |
| And from My world I consider you Dead | |
| I am born of Evil and Sin | |
| And I always walked unholy paths | |
| That you never seen or heard of | |
| ... And I must fight the endless battle ALONE | |
| You Freeze to death.. In morning mist.. | |
| Great vast landscapes, Frostbitten woodlands... | |
| Frozen thunder, Hellish blizzard storms | |
| Here snow will always fall... Black majestic Winter Magic | |
| The evil frozen Moonlit Nights | |
| Here exist NO fucking life! This is MY pandemonium!!! | |
| The Unholy North | |
| The Cold grip of Frost... of Frost!!!! | |
| Screams from tormented souls | |
| Echoes in these towering mountains | |
| The burning Pain is meant to last... | |
| The direction of cold winds brings the putrid smell of Death... | |
| All Heretics and Devils stand up and rides towards the Unholy Death... | |
| Inhuman Coldness, Hellish winds | |
| Black demons of the past | |
| Norwegian Winter Hell... | |
| Violent Battlecries, Perverted deathnoise | |
| Victorious echoes of War, Death and Despair... | |
| Candle life of own blood, and Heathen Heritage.. |