Mayhem
View from Nihil (Part I of II)
[Intro: Spoken Word]
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

[Verse]
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