Darkthrone

Alcohol is in my veins...
Tears fall as I think of you.
The True Memory you left Me with
is a Key to the wine of melancholy.
I Drown Myself in the Deepest of Sorrows-
As You Burned on that Stake they burnt
my soul as well.
Your Pure Feelings, Your Flaming Hate;
it was not enough.
Natassja, my beloved Satanic Witch,
the Power in Your Eyes and Yourself.
Worked for the Noble in Man.
Pass the Bottle, Pass the Knife,
Pass Me Your Unholy Crafts.