Texty: Darkthrone. (The) Grimness Of Which Shepherds Mourn.

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I stand alone
in a valley filled with starlight
my eyes suffer
from eternal sparks

So shut the lids and dream so I can see
the trident clearer than ever now

And in my darkest fantasy
And as I reach for Hell
In my darkest fantasy
I reach for Hell
and I am Free...