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a of misery?
Darkness the sky.
I hear the cry.
The tells a story
a Viking from the north,
Who met a Warrior
Black Metal was really the same.
The call it murder
And the had survived.
But the of the Death Warrior
Never saw the sun upon the sky.
And the
recognized war,
That Black Metal isn't
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 the old days will never come
Again.
1993, year of misery was the knife
which split the Metal scene apart.
Since that mighty day 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, here leads you
On way!
And I will forget
The day as this warriors met.
The blood was hot the was red
And Metal created his own grave.
And I dream days before
Metal Maniacs, no whore,
In the of war
The in our heads the law.
So I summon you again,
We should never the pain
From older days in our
We now cut of that it can flow rain.
Arrghh, was the legend from
The Day as Burzum Mayhem.