Summer of the Diabolical Holocaust - Darkthrone

Come the raging chaos, rule power from your soul

Pure demonised blessing as I kill myself in woe

Alls souls coloured the pace of the moon

Shall suffer the religious

You must know that I can no longer see

The difference of dreams and reality

For the walls have been sieged

And conquered by war

Dark satanic blasphemy

I stand alone in a valley filled with starlight

My eyes suffer from eternal sparks

So shut the light and dream so I can see

The trident clearer than liver moon

And in my darkest fantasy

And as I reach for hell

I am free…

Hearers are raising from the open sky

Meglomanta reignes supreme

Chilled in horror — christian death

They learned how long to stand and pull

I head to receive

The lust and pain

Beat me jesus

And we will win