a year of misery?
Darkness fills the sky.
I hear the warriors cry.
The legend tells a story
From a Viking from
Who met a Death Warrior
Black Metal was never really the same.
The legend call it murder
And the Viking had
But the eyes of the Death Warrior
Never saw again the sun upon the sky.
And the quintessence:
That Black Metal isn't just
I can still remember
My emotions so confused.
My soul was seeking
No knife I let unused.
So many questions
I had to satisfy.
My soul was under torture,
But I knew my way was
I see a cemetery fall asleep under fog
And I know the old days will never come
1993, this year of misery was the
which split the Black Metal scene apart.
Since that mighty day Black metal split his Way,
And the unity was never the same
Lies, rumors and hate. Moneymaking, sadness
And all this by, the Day as Burzum Killed Mayhem.
day! Remember this way!
That you never betray, what here leads you
On your way!
And I never will forget
The day as this both
The blood was hot the moon was red
And Black Metal created his own grave.
And I dream from days before
Metal Maniacs, no whore,
In the legions of war
The demons in our heads the law.
So I summon you once again,
We should never
forget the pain
From older days in our veins
We now cut of that it can flow like rain.
Arrghh, this was the legend from
Day as Burzum killed Mayhem.