Текст песни
Outskirts dark and frostbitten
A new black Hop is written
Tempers are brutal and primal
The hardest struggle for survival
Sorrow is bitter and massive
The wolves are super aggressive
Grim Reaper, a soul cripple
From the native land of nickel
A scream rips the night silence
Get a dose of ultra-violence
For some souls in gloomy realms
No tomorrow, no demands
For those forever lost among the snow areas
Bring the rage of fearsome vengeance
A wicked horde of morbid angels
Norilsk – Black Storm in frozen desert
Norilsk – white rage of polar winds
Norilsk – the coldest desolation
Norilsk – cruel winter suffering
Norilsk – forgotten cursed kingdom
Norilsk – grim and frostbitten hymns
Norilsk – Dark throne of Nordic Tyrant
Norilsk – Domain of Raven King
A dreadful myth invades the reality
Cryptic beasts from a labyrinth of nickel plants steal our homies
Terrible rites are performed in the catacombs of Norilsk
The stench of genocide, ripe in the toxic air
Town legends are vile
Fear burns souls with black fire
You hear a shrill calling
And your throbbing mind is boiling
We have some testimonies
From abandoned factories
Those who went that dismal way
Now lost for good in the polar bane
A stray and beaten dog founds
Unknown body fragments
Rigor Mortis in deep snow
With marks of slaughter all aglow
This depressive cold region
Gives birth to a ghoul legion
Infernal and bloodthirsty
No remorse, no fucken mercy!
