原文歌詞
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Corpse - painted face,
the axe - in your hand,
tyrrany - rides the mind,
darkness - to embrace,
hiding - in the trees,
black metal - in your head,
spikenails - all over you,
satan - in our soul,
riding - through the wind,
bitterness - in our veins,
our culture - crucified,
the power - of our gods,
colours - fade to black,
noise - is our cult,
spirits - forgotten soon,
nameless - we walk the earth,
a trolisk, rotten, arisk behaviour
