Interpret:

Mayhem

Album:

Grand Declaration Of War

For everything around me i experience is cold and dead 
The blood of others is of a colder substance and taste 
Therefore i must spill and serve 
The blood that in me runs vibrant 
In the frost of the dying min 
D.S. of western society i recreate 
It will be the resurrection 
Of the brotherhood of holy death 
In the year of the Holy Roman Empire 
Of night times to come and last 
The day of which i shall 
Lay my sword upon your throats 
Upon the mighty warriors 
Of the land of northern regions 
Upon the shores of our desolate coast within the waves 
I can see the wreckage floating ashore of the dying 
culture 
And so i greet those who still have eyes to observe and 
see 
And who still have courage to break through into the 
dying light