The Serpents Harvest - Darkthrone

Feel the burning flame

As the sun in the desert sand

Sense tghe grief as the knives of torment

Shreds your soul

Behold the harvest storm of spiritual rape

Hordes from infernal wastelands united

Under blackened wings

Souls under the serpents banner

With common flesh

But a heart of scorn and painfull anger

Orgy of destruction — a «gesture of might»

Gaze at the grey sky — hatred and poison

And from the vast towers of the underworld

One could see shadows of Them in dark

Caves and endless halls

Trample down bronze gate of tartaros

Patient earthly men with (raised) bloodfilled chalices

Greeting Their arrival for the battle of the

Ages is at hand and when the garish slave

Of the seeds of life has turned into a

Torrent of blood and the wolf has eaten the sheep

Stare into the galactic fog

— Armageddon has been achieved