extreme metal

A Fine Day To Die
A Fine Day To Die

Along the black mountainside scattered
By the campfires awaiting the dawn
Two times a hundred men in battles
Tried by the steel in the arrow
Axe and the sword

By battle worn hunger torn awaitening
For the sun to break through the cold haze
And for the banners of Ebal to appear
On the hill in the sun’s first warm rays

The elder among the men
Looked deep into
The fire and spoke loud with pride

Tomorrow is a fine day to die

“People need to stop acting like you can’t like other things that aren’t “metal” if you’re gonna be a metalhead. That’s pure bullshit, very few people only listen to metal and have all their other interests also be what metalheads consider to be “metal”. Elitists generally are often just insecure dumbasses with no friends, anyway. You can enjoy both black metal and pink flowers, and people need to stop acting like you can’t.”