Howling at the moon, hordes of ghouls behind me
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Know I won't sleep while the cold will rule me
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Gnash of strings, I'm in the ice and I don't feel pain
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I'll perish by morning, my degree is at zero
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Blood on the snow draw a circle
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Submit to evil - my black metal true
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Know I'm a living corpse
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And I will not return those souls
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I will give them to the fire
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Demons on engravings, leafing through the Bible
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In hell all the boundaries, do not adhere to the style
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Yung Vikernes in the villa, my sixth mile
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I clean up all the motherfuckers, zombies slam on the grave
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Lost souls flew not north
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They eclipsed the luminary, I did not believe in it
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I'm flying in the norsface again on the winds
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Coke frost on snow flowers
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Snow from the ashes, straight to hell
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The sun faded imperceptibly
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The darkness thickened, in the eyes of rage
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Northern kings don't know pity
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The blood freezes, the degree is below zero
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Shackled by sleep and a noose around his neck
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The flames of dead people are hidden in the ice
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Frosty tsunami of endless seas
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The fires of the north in the bong blow up our bronchi
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Sweet dope, crushing into pieces
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Goat up, metal kings
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Black and bit hell mix
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In the crypt of the black metal kings
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In the crypt of the black metal kings
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Goat up, metal kings
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Black and bit hell mix
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In the crypt of the black metal kings
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In the crypt of the black metal kings |