Late last night
I get a call from a so-called friend
He wouldn't give his name
Says he saw you with another man
Feels like seventeen years
It's only seventeen days
Since I saw the real you
And I let you walk away
You left me broken
You left me stranded
The way you play this game of love
It's just plain underhanded
I spent a lot of time
And I spent all my money
Don't want no other fool
To put his hands on you
Who you been talkin' to?
Yeah who you been walkin' with?
Seventeen, you're just seventeen
Seventeen
They said I was playin' with fire
I knew I had to take a chance
I had to take you higher
To a new experience
But little did I know
I'd never get that far
Girl, you know you put on quite a show
You're gonna be a star
When you grow older, girl
You'll remember I told you, girl
Seventeen, you're just seventeen
Seventeen, seventeen
Seventeen, you're just seventeen
Seventeen, seventeen
Seventeen, you're only seventeen
Seventeen, seventeen[Music: Abbath - Lyrics: Demonaz]
Winter of the ages so dark so cold that flames turn to the bluest frost
Mountains of ice rises above a dead and frozen ground
The ravens returns to the hills
And the Millenium black bells of eternal frost
Chaim through the Northern lightning
Upon the mountainside I stand
The floods of black runs below
Hair of a cold goatscalp I kiss
Eyestaken mountains still breathes
At one with the poisoned ground
Midnight darksky open up
A blast of red lightning rides the night
With doom winds death angels fly
Across a nearly closed skyline
And the sun freezes at one with the infernal holocaust frozen clouds
Centuries of doom reigned by the Goatthrone of desire
Raised by sorcery to the Holocaust sky
North black hordes storms
Through invincible cyclones of frostwinds
I lift my hands
And join the ceremonial circle of one wind
Eyes of stone now sleeps into eternal night
This winter is forever
A wind of red I rode
A wind of evil cold
For the years that have passed in the North
Brought me visions of the Goatthrone of desire
On the hillside where I stood left for another world
Tragedies blows at horizon
The sun freezes to dust
A perfect vision of the rising Northland