The Day Burzum Killed Mayhem

1993

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

Again

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 never should 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