Grey heavens, no light shed

Bleak day, change is ahead

Oval mountainside, naked cold

Unreleased powers, no fright



Slide down sorrow, smell what comes with the breeze

Cold chambers, punishment awaits

Hollow tone haunts, anticipation's choir sings

Turn around, face the depth of inner sanctum



Autumn in the air, (the) smell of Black Metal 90-95

World moves, in mysterious ways

Body onwards, mind drifts

You die, then we hail (to our relief)



New age dawns

Face all wrath

Sickness; won't understand,

Burning first

Grace falls

Volcano shaking

Fates are being sealed



Heavens blunder,

no turning back

Will you or will you not

to heroism walk



Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside

Black Lava, you can't fight



Pernicious flow, redemptive perpetuity

Unholy drive, the gods arrogant grin

If my world's a joke, do you see them smile?

Hellbound me - on a throne of gold



Wastelands prey on dying cattle

Desert sucks on poor man's thirst

Glimpse of glory, walk ahead

Slaves of Nazareth, can not be fed



Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside

Black Lava, you can't fight