Tekster:
Dark Throne Preparing For War

that Stake they burnt my soul as well. Your Pure Feelings, Your Flaming Hate; it was not enough. Natassja, my beloved Satanic Witch, the Power in Your Eyes and Yourself. Worked for

Burn the crucifix. Cremate the sould of the Virginborn Freeze the shadow of ashes and let it float away by the Thunder listener's intense eyelash movements