Satyricon Immortality Passion
I am the beast in passionate pain I am the grim being of the highlands Of the other side... I am winter when you freeze I am the hammer and you are the anvil Forever in warfare my heart is With my passion of despair Still though I was there when the hills were born And when the wind blew for the first time So there are reasons for my existence Seems like I dwell in a circle Somewhere in the Nordic Hemisphere Where the howling winds rage And the mountains are majestetic I can breathe and where there is Human flesh I feel strangled Open the gate to immortality I stand proud awaiting the glory Of a new morning...darkness
