| Grey heavens, no light shed
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| Bleak day, change is ahead
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| Oval mountainside, naked cold
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| Unreleased powers, no fright
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| Slide down sorrow, smell what comes with the breeze
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| Cold chambers, punishment awaits
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| Hollow tone haunts, anticipation’s choir sings
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| Turn around, face the depth of inner sanctum
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| Autumn in the air, (the) smell of Black Metal 90−95
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| World moves, in mysterious ways
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| Body onwards, mind drifts
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| You die, then we hail (to our relief)
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| New age dawns
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| Face all wrath
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| Sickness; |
| won’t understand
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| Burning first
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| Grace falls
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| Volcano shaking
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| Fates are being sealed
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| Heavens blunder
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| No turning back
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| Will you or will you not
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| To heroism walk
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| Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside
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| Black Lava, you can’t fight
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| Pernicious flow, redemptive perpetuity
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| Unholy drive, the gods arrogant grin
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| If my world’s a joke, do you see them smile?
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| Hellbound me — on a throne of gold
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| Wastelands prey on dying cattle
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| Desert sucks on poor man’s thirst
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| Glimpse of glory, walk ahead
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| Slaves of Nazareth, can not be fed
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| Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside
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| Black Lava, you can’t fight |