To Walk The Infernal Fields

Swept in black they are Swept in black I am From this soul come the eyes That will look upon your ten Beautiful heads with delight My heart is the one That will tend to your flames And make them mine We share this spirit - My heart is yours... I am your disciple And therefore my own Your weapon I will be With the demons that posesses me We'll ride the seven sins of death That takes me to Katharian The sign of your horns Is my dearest vision They impale all holy and weak (Darkthrone: To Walk The Infernal Fields)