Ripping down the valley of asphalt
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Through a brainstorm of snow and ice
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Where dynamite blasted the Canadian Shield, I ride
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Highways 17 and 69
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I understand the relation
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Of black metal and modern life
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How a cold winter scene
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Can inspire distortion and screams
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I am equal parts blood and ice
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I am just as much man as tree
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Through chaos and solitude I came
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To become this black metal being
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Each day I could see the changes
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Each day I became more extreme
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I understood how the sight of nature
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Could inspire the sound of machines
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I am equal parts blood and ice
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I am just as much man as tree
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Through chaos and solitude I came
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To become this black metal being
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I've traveled over dynamic earth at night
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On highways 17 and 69
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For the beauty of nature can lift my spirits
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Even in the dead of winter.
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Modern life can drive us to scream for the trees...(in harmony)
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For those of us who can't find peace, at least we can have a release.
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I understand the translation
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Universal in human behaviour
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A common expression and interpretation
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Of Black Metal and modern life
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Focused and strong
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Without distraction, I look within
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No one to talk me out of what I believe
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Without reaction, I proceed.
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I was on my own and alone to decide
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Black metal was all that mattered, at the time
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I found faith inspired by nature
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And I was defined.
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I am equal parts blood and ice
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I am just as much man as tree
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Through chaos and solitude I came
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To become this black metal being
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On this northern highway, under the starry sky
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Mine was a cold, nocturnal, winter ride
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And in the distance...
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A stranger flashed his lights...
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Through Chaos And Solitude I Came...
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| Woods Of Ypres |
