In His Lovely Kingdom - Darkthrone

Lover of all

Face the Apocolypse

You fade away under the black rain

And flowers remain

Flowers to step on

Flowers to burn

Am I ready for the god below

Red flesh to penetrate my skin

To steel my soul away

To the grave I seek

Until I’m feeling weak

But there’s fire

In my heart, in my eyes

In his body, in his eyes

And in his lovely kingdom