From the Dark (Live at Birkagården, Stockholm, October 23rd 1987)

He stood there so many times
Funerals get orgasm from my soul
From the funeral... from the past... from the dark
The cross... a necromancer's cross
By night will strike me... i die

Ha. huhahah.
I've died

He steps out from the dark
Cold smoke as he passes by
I tried to ignore it in the dark
Cold smoke as he passes by, I die!

From the death... from the grave... from the dark

That night, by his crime, hatred, guess of death
for his sin

From the grave... I decay now... from the dark



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Writer(s): Jan Axel Von Blomberg, Per Ohlin, Snorre Ruch, Oeystein Aarseth
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