Nargaroth - The Day as Burzum killed Mayhem

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
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

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