Bathory - "Lake of fire" (album: "Destroyed of worlds" - Black Mark, 2001)

Twinkle bright Aldebaran, the star of solitude

Somewhere there is a lake of fire, pity all the fools

Sorry are the desolate, the unfree and obedient

For this is not the spring of love, it is the winter of discontent

Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire

Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire

Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire

Blood mooney, for thirty pieces of silver

You shall buy yourself the time

The quivering meat conception, deflorate the virgin fair

Succumb to your own passion, receive the garland made from angel's hair

Crown yourself, the thorns will cut you, bleed your majesty

But by dawn it will all satisfy no more, dethroned you weep

Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire

Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire

Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire

Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire

So you've been left in chains to rot away in your own stinking rest

You'll hang till death in your own entrails

What you're gonna do
peasants with nukes

For death you'll see, shall make us free

(Μια υ-π-έ-ρ-ο-χ-η, ματζόρε μελωδία, κιθαριστικά patterns που, δώστε λίγη προσοχή, δεν σταματούν ποτέ,  διπλά φωνητικά beatl-ικής προέλευσης - o Quorthon ήταν τρελός fan - και υμνικές ...Bathor-ιακές γέφυρες που τραγουδούν στίχους παράξενα ποιητικούς και υπογείως αντιπολεμικούς: αυτό είναι ένα από τα καλύτερα κομμάτια του συγχωρεμένου που, τουλάχιστον, πρόλαβε να δει με τα μάτια του πόσο άλλαξε αυτή τη μουσική κι εμάς που τον αγαπήσαμε. Για σένα, Quorthon. Μεγάλη τιμή που σε γνώρισα.)