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Finally resurrected with hangover

After the obnoxious mixture,

Of fear, awe and disgust

Circulating like the specter

With hex instead of heart

No fucking tattoos on my skin

Just a grimoire of scars and burns

Final delirium loaded a gun

With the abyssal artillery

Tantrum has its roots in the past,

Rising again with no banner

Lurking through the stained glass

When neither sun nor moon shines

And furious Black Metal is the light

Which has opened my rip-roaring mind

To the bewildering powers of Voi

Then I look up through clouds of ash

Remembering the agony of my every self

I hear the whispers of wisdom

From the polished skull of a dead horse

Malefic Black Metal is the soundtrack

For the bad trips of my life

Through the feral journeys

To R'lyeh and beyond, that I found

Under the deep, malign seas

Of tar, moonshine and booze

And to the top of Mount Doom

Hidden in the haze of pot