Grey heavens, no light shed   Bleak day, change is ahead   Oval mountainside, naked cold   Unreleased powers, no fright      Slide down sorrow, smell what comes with the breeze   Cold chambers, punishment awaits   Hollow tone haunts, anticipation's choir sings   Turn around, face the depth of inner sanctum      Autumn in the air, (the) smell of Black Metal 90-95   World moves, in mysterious ways   Body onwards, mind drifts   You die, then we hail (to our relief)      New age dawns   Face all wrath   Sickness; won't understand,   Burning first   Grace falls   Volcano shaking   Fates are being sealed      Heavens blunder,   No turning back   Will you or will you not   To heroism walk      Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside   Black Lava, you can't fight      Pernicious flow, redemptive perpetuity   Unholy drive, the gods arrogant grin   If my world's a joke, do you see them smile?   Hellbound me - on a throne of gold      Wastelands prey on dying cattle   Desert sucks on poor man's thirst   Glimpse of glory, walk ahead   Slaves of Nazareth, can not be fed      Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside   Black Lava, you can't fight