Texty: Darkthrone. Goatlord. In His Lovely Kingdom.

:
Lover of all
face the Apocolypse
you fade away under the black rain
and flowers remain

flowers to step on
flowers to burn

Am I ready for the god below
red flesh to penetrate my skin
to steel my soul away
to the grave I seek
until I'm feeling weak

But there's fire
in my heart, in my eyes
in his body, in his eyes
and in his lovely kingdom