Grishnackh: “Euronymous, you bastard, come out and face the night You sold me out, your secret’s out, you can’t avoid this fight” Euronymous: “Varg, you fool, they lied to you, I would not betray my friend” Grishnackh: “Then come outside, look me in the eye, and put my mind to rest”
From within the darkened depths, Euronymous emerged The waxing moon outside hung low, and lit the scene with an eerie glow Insults flew between the two, who once had sworn to stand Side-by-side, brothers-in-arms, against the world until the end
Grishnackh: “You had planned to strike me down, to send me to join Dead Would you place me, too, in a twisted pose, and hang the image by your bed?” Euronymous: “Or was it you, who plotted death, so envious of Faust? Tell me Varg, how many times would you plunge the knife in my head?”
Euronymous: “Go from here, and don’t turn back, or face the consequence” And with that, Euronymous launched a kick at Grishnackh’s chest With battle joined, the Count struck back, his knife pulled from its sheath He stabbed his foe, who reeled with pain, and tried his best to leave
The Count gives chase While Blackthorn waits
Pinning him at the foot of the stairs, Grishnackh snared his prey Euronymous snarled like a cornered beast; he knew he’d had his day
Grishnackh stood above him The blade came arcing down Twenty-three times the knife bit flesh They left him bleeding on the ground
Icy winds blow through the north Tempers souls of men like steel Fires of anger spread in waves Pagan fury claims its first...killsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
