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 should never 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.