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a of misery?
fills the sky.
I hear the cry.
The legend a story
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 Warrior
saw again the sun upon the sky.
And the
recognized war,
That Black Metal isn't
anymore.
I can still
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 know the old days will come
Again.
1993, year of misery was the knife
which split the Black Metal apart.
that mighty day Black metal split his Way,
And the unity was the same again.
Lies, and hate. Moneymaking, sadness
And
And all by, the Day as Burzum Killed Mayhem.
this day! Remember this way!
That you never betray, what here you
On way!
And I will forget
The day as both warriors met.
The blood was hot the was red
And Black Metal his own grave.
And I dream days before
Black Maniacs, no whore,
In the of war
The in our heads the law.
So I you once again,
We should forget the pain
From older days in our
We now cut of that it can like rain.
Arrghh, this was the from
The Day as Burzum Mayhem.