Happy Birthday Varg Vikernes !

Feeble Screams From Forests Unknown

Drifting 
In the Air 
Above a Cold Lake 
Is a Soul 
From an Early 
Better Age 
Grasping for 
A Mystic Thought 
In Vain...but Who's to Know 
Further on Lies Eternal Search 
For Theories to Lift the Gate 
Only Locks Are Made Stronger 
And More Keys Lost as Logic Fades 
In the Pool of Dreams the Water Darkens 
For the Soul That's Tired of Search 
As Years Pass by 
The Aura Drops 
As Less and Less 
Feelings Touch 
Stupidity 
Has Won too Much 
The Hopeless Soul Keeps Mating 





War

This is War 
I Lie Wounded on Wintery Ground 
With Hundred of Corpses around 
Many Wounded Crawl Helplessly around 
On the Blood Red Snowy Ground 
War 
Cries of the (ha, ha) Suffering Sound 
Cries for Help to All Their Dear Moms 
War 
Many Hours of Music 
Many Drops of Blood 
Many Shiverings and Now I Am Dead 
And Still We Must Never Give up 
War 

Eu prefiro morrer lutando pelo que acredito a viver por qualquer outra causa.