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1993 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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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. 1993, this year of misery was the knife which split the |
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Black Metal scene apart. |
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Since that mighty day |
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Black metal split his |
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Way, And the unity was never the same again. |
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Lies, rumors and hate. |
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Moneymaking, sadness |
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And shame |
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And all this by, the |
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Day as Burzum |
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Killed Mayhem. |
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Remember this day! |
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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 |
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Metal created his own grave. |
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And I dream from days before |
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Black Metal |
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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 |
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Burzum killed |
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Mayhem. |
