Darkthrone - Summer of the Diabolical 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