Darkthrone - Where Cold Winds Blow lyrics
[Darkthrone - Where Cold Winds Blow lyrics]
Where cold winds blow i was laid to rest
I cannot reach my rusty weapons
The blood and sword that guided my path
For they drowned in sands of wisdom
I was indeed a king of the flesh
My blackened edges, still they were sharp
Honoured by the carnal herds
But asketh thou, closed are the gates?
My mind cut my winged weapons
Teeth that was my pride
And from the forest all would hear
"Wisdom opens the gate for the king"
My weapons sighted, my tears they tasted
Summon my warriors to the land of desire
To the domain of hate where cold winds blew
For lust of hell, we rode with the north wind
Only I could accomplish a self-deceit
There are two paths the mind or the sword
And the mind was open like
The sights in dream
But the sword was like a stone around my neck
I entered the soul of the snake
And slept with the Armageddish whore
Without my throne and my weapons
Where cold winds blow became my grave
My weapons sighted
My tears they tasted, summon my warriors
To the land of desire, domain of hate
Where cold winds blew
I cannot reach my rusty weapons
The blood and sword that guided my path
For they drowned in sands of wisdom
I was indeed a king of the flesh
My blackened edges, still they were sharp
Honoured by the carnal herds
But asketh thou, closed are the gates?
My mind cut my winged weapons
Teeth that was my pride
And from the forest all would hear
"Wisdom opens the gate for the king"
My weapons sighted, my tears they tasted
Summon my warriors to the land of desire
To the domain of hate where cold winds blew
For lust of hell, we rode with the north wind
Only I could accomplish a self-deceit
There are two paths the mind or the sword
And the mind was open like
The sights in dream
But the sword was like a stone around my neck
I entered the soul of the snake
And slept with the Armageddish whore
Without my throne and my weapons
Where cold winds blow became my grave
My weapons sighted
My tears they tasted, summon my warriors
To the land of desire, domain of hate
Where cold winds blew