Tekster: Darkthrone. Pure Demoniac Blessing.

The dragon rises before me
I'll fornicate the beast
come to me
possess me as I burn
into your painted realms

come raging chaos
rule power from your soul
pure demoniac blessing
as I kill myself in woe
(as I kill myself in woe)

As souls coloured the face of the moon
shall suffer the eclipse

you must know that I can no longer see
the difference of dream and reality

for the walls have been sieged
and banished by our Dark Satanic Blasphemy