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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 |
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Canadian Shield, |
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I ride 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 |
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I came 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 |
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I came 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, |
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I look within |
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No one to talk me out of what |
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I believe |
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Without reaction, |
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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 |
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I came 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... |