Introduction

	1993
	A year of misery?
	Darkness fills the sky.
	I hear the warriors cry.
	The legend tells a story
	From a Viking from the north,
	Who met a Death Warrior
	Black Metal was never really the same.
	The legend call it murder
	And the Viking had survived.
	But the eyes of the Death Warrior
	Never saw again the sun upon the sky.
	And the quintessence:
	Everyone recognized war,
	That Black Metal isn't just
	Entertainment anymore.
	I can still remember
	My emotions so confused.
	My soul was seeking answers.
	No knife I let unused.
	So many questions
	I had to satisfy.
	My soul was under torture,
	But I knew my way was right
	I see a cemetery fall asleep under fog
	And I know the old days will never come
	Again.
	1993, this year of misery was the knife
	Which split the Black Metal scene apart.
	Since that mighty day Black metal split his Way,
	And the unity was never the same again.
	Lies, rumors and hate. Moneymaking, sadness
	And shame
	And all this by, the Day as Burzum Killed Mayhem.
	Remember this 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 warriors met.
	The blood was hot the moon was red
	And Black Metal created his own grave.
	And I dream from days before
	Black 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
	The Day as Burzum killed Mayhem