He said,liars,they own the Earth
We have to gather our Folk
I listened to his stuff,the art of black
It sounds so true

Black metal Krieg
Corpsepaint and stuff
We all had long hairs
And it looked so right
We banged and we rocked
Became best friends
Gathered by night

Fucked up kids
That's what we were
The whole TNBM
Would be fucking proud of it
We'd carry our black
To the death,'cause we're true
It's the only thing we love
And the only thing we trust

He tried to touch me
I yelled to my friends
Got out my knife
And put to his neck
We put him to the ground
Blood over his face
No one touched us again

They took some pills
Weed and beer
It looked so good
And I joined them
We banged our heads
Lied wasted on street,not once
Again,again and again

Problem kids
That's what we are
The whole TNBM
Would be fuckin' proud of it
We carry our black
To the death,'cause we're true
It's the only thing we know
And only thing we do

He's been through
Ashes and smoke
I begged him to stop
I swore I'd too
But he moved on
And we tried to stop
So we kicked him out

He jumped through
The fire and flame
And into his death
A bloodsoaked youth
He passed away
With my name on lips
Whispered with last breath

Satans kids
We'll always be
Left with cuts and scars
TNBM's fuckin' proud of it
We carried on with black
Even it left cuts
It's the only thing we know
And the only thing we trust

I say,son
Have you heard of Varg?
Well listen to his stuff..


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