Darkthrone Summer Of The Diobolical Holocaust
Come the Raging Chaos, Rule Power from your Soul Pure Demoniac blessing as I Kill Myself in Woe All Souls Coloured the Face of the Moon Shall suffer the Eclipse You must Know that I no longer can see the difference of Dream and Reality For the Walls have been sieged And Conquered by our Dark Satanic Blasphemy I stand Alone in a valley filled with Starlight My Eyes suffer from Eternal Sparks So shut the lids and Dream so I can see the Trident clearer than Ever now. And in My Darkest Fantasy And as I reach for Hell I am Free... Hearses are Raining from the Open sky Meglomania Reigns Supreme Chilled in horror - Christian Death they Leaned too long to stand a Fall I bend to receive the Lust and pain Beat Me jesus And We will Win
