To Walk The Infernal Fields

To Walk The Infernal Fields - Darkthrone

From the abode of demons

A wing of the pentagram

Comes the juice that painted

My heart and my soul

Swept in black they are

Swept in black I am

From this soul come the eyes

That will look upon your ten

Beautiful heads with delight

My heart is the one

That will tend to your flames

And make them mine

We share this spirit

My heart is yours

I am your disciple

And therefore my own

Weapon I will be

With the demons that possess me

We'll ride the seven sins of death

That takes me to catharsis

The sign of your horns is my dearest vision

They impale all holy and weak

You watch me face the mirror

And see desecration

With my art I am the fist

In the face of god

You watch me face the mirror

And see desecration now

With my art I am the fist

In the face of god