Behind The Side

Only there, behind a side, you will understand one
There is nothing except a cold and an ice wind
And thousand lonely souls wandering in darkness
On coasts of the ice rivers of Niphelhejm

Death, pain and despair
That's all that is there
Anything more there also was never
It is an eternal flour till the end of times

Who has got there will not return back
He becomes one of thousand
The ice wind will pierce him
Forever having chained to ice open spaces

It is not necessary to feed hopes that there better
Only the fool will trust these words
There is nothing except a cold and fear
There is no freedom do not hope at all

Kingdom of dead - the chamber of tortures
For lonely souls
For those who there has got
Having got there - do not come back

You do not trust me? Also it is not necessary!
Your hour will punch and all of you will understand
I do not wish to intimidate, only to warn
Do not try to step for a side!