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a of misery?
Darkness the sky.
I the warriors cry.
The legend a story
a Viking from the north,
Who met a Death
Black was never really the same.
The call it murder
And the had survived.
But the eyes of the Warrior
saw again the sun upon the sky.
And the
Everyone war,
That Black Metal 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 knew my way was
I see a cemetery fall under fog
And I the old days will never come
Again.
1993, this year of was the knife
which split the Metal scene apart.
Since that mighty day Black metal his Way,
And the was never the same again.
Lies, rumors and hate. Moneymaking,
And
And all this by, the Day as Burzum Mayhem.
Remember this day! Remember way!
That you never betray, here leads you
On way!
And I never forget
The day as this warriors met.
The was hot the moon was red
And Metal created his own grave.
And I dream from days
Metal Maniacs, no whore,
In the of war
The demons in our the law.
So I you once again,
We never forget the pain
From days in our veins
We now cut of it can flow like rain.
Arrghh, was the legend from
The Day as killed Mayhem.