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