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a year of
fills the sky.
I hear the cry.
The legend tells a
a Viking from the north,
Who met a Death
Black Metal was never the same.
The legend call it
And the had survived.
But the eyes of the Death
Never saw the sun upon the sky.
And the
Everyone war,
That Black isn't just
anymore.
I can remember
My so confused.
My was seeking answers.
No I let unused.
So many
I had to satisfy.
My soul was torture,
But I my way was right
I see a cemetery fall under fog
And I know the old days will come
Again.
1993, this year of was the knife
split the Black Metal scene apart.
Since that mighty day Black split his Way,
And the was never the same again.
Lies, and hate. Moneymaking, sadness
And
And all this by, the Day as Burzum Mayhem.
Remember this day! this way!
That you never betray, here leads you
On way!
And I never will
The day as this both met.
The was hot the moon was red
And Metal created his own grave.
And I dream from days
Black Maniacs, no whore,
In the of war
The in our heads the law.
So I you once again,
We should never forget the
From older days in our
We now cut of that it can flow rain.
Arrghh, was the legend from
The Day as killed Mayhem.