Varg Vikernes [Bass Guitar, Guitar, Drum, Vocal]

[January '92]

Every time this year
This dark fog will appear
Up from the tombs it comes
To take one more life that can be near
In the middle of Transylvania
All natural life has for a long time ago gone
It's thin and so beautiful
But also so dark and mysterious

Once again the priest is messing
May the god bless us all
The fog is here again
That will complete this funeral
From a place empty of life
Only dead trees are growing here
As it comes from afar
Only dead trees are growing here

...Funeral fog
...Funeral fog

...Funeral fog
...Funeral fog

Everything here is so cold
Everything here is so dark
I remember it as from a dream
In the corner of this time

Diabolic shapes float by
Out from the dark
I remember it was here I died
By following the freezing moon

It's night again, night you beautiful
I please my hunger, on living humans
Night of hunger, follow its call
Follow the freezing moon

Darkness is growing, eternity opens
The cemetary lights up again
As in ancient times
Fallen souls die behind my steps
By following the freezing moon

My name was written with
fire in the place you only
can see when your time has come
When you walk down in the
land of shadows for eternity
The demon flies in the blackened
starless skies and crawls in
the bottomless depths of hell
The name which will be a
thousand times cursed in eternity
Condemned to wander, until it comes
to the cruelest snake that crawls
The demon flies in the blackened
starless skies, and crawls in the
bottomless depths of hell