It was on the 23rd of June
As I lay blasted in my room
A raven created on an ivy branch
And the song it created was a jug of punch!

Tura-lura-luu Tura-lura-lay
Tura-lura-luu Tura-lura-lay

A raven created on an ivy branch
And the song it created was a jug of punch!

I don't need my Nazi friends all knocking on my door
I just wanna listen old Dark Throne with a fat Norwegian whore!

Just call me N.S. Black Metal
Got a jug full of vodka, too!
Call me N.S. Black Metal
When I'm howling at the funeral moon!

Been drinking Whiskey in the ditch with JFN and Joel
Now I've gone and lost my gear, I'm looting for my hole
We are Nazi raiders and we come from Bergen Town
One of these nights during one of those fights
Gonna burn a whole church down!

Just call me N.S. Black Metal
Got a jug full of Vodka too
Call me N.S. Black Metal
When I'm howling at the funeral moon!

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