Darkthrone Summer Of The Holocaust

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