Once upon a midnight clear
The first born saint of hell was raising fear
But in his haste he laid his waste
Too near the promethean fires of man
Who unworthy, gazed upon his visage
Stole his markings and then stole his lord (satan!)
Thus dawned the false metal of man
This biped 'black metal' must fuckin' die
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