When it’s cold! And when it’s dark! The Freezing Moon can obsess you [...] Diabolic shapes float by Out from the dark I remember it was here I died B… - Per "Dead" Ohlin

Chainsaw in my bleeding hands As I start to cut you in two Your guts are steaming out And I just love the sight Maggots crawling in her cunt I just love to lick that shit Bury you in a slimy grave You will rot forever there

Excuse the blood, but I have slit my wrists and neck. It was the intention that I would die in the woods so that it would take a few days before I was possibly found. I belong in the woods and have always done so. No one will understand the reason for this anyway. To give some semblance of an explanation I'm not a human, this is just a dream and soon I will wake. It was too cold and the blood kept clotting, plus the new knife is too dull. If I don't succeed dying to the knife I will blow all the shit out of my skull. Yet I do not know. I left all my lyrics by "Let the good times roll"—plus the rest of the money. Whoever finds it gets the fucking thing. As a last salutation may I present "Life Eternal". Do whatever you want with it. / Pelle. I didn't come up with this now, but seventeen years ago.

Before we began to play there was a crowd of about 300 in there, but in the second song 'Necrolust' we began to throw around those pig heads. Only 50 were left. [...] If someone doesn't like blood and rotten flesh thrown in their face they can FUCK OFF, and that's exactly what they do.