Through Chaos And Solitude I Came...

Ripping down the valley of asphalt

Through a brainstorm of snow and ice

Where dynamite blasted the Canadian Shield, I ride

Highways 17 and 69

I understand the relation

Of black metal and modern life

How a cold winter scene

Can inspire distortion and screams

I am equal parts blood and ice

I am just as much man as tree

Through chaos and solitude I came

To become this black metal being

Each day I could see the changes

Each day I became more extreme

I understood how the sight of nature

Could inspire the sound of machines

I’ve traveled over dynamic earth at night

On highways 17 and 69

For the beauty of nature can lift my spirits

Even in the dead of winter.

Modern life can drive us to scream for the trees…(in harmony)

For those of us who can’t find peace, at least we can have a release.

I understand the translation

Universal in human nature

A common expression and interpretation

Of Black Metal and modern life

Focused and strong

Without distraction, I look within

No one to talk me out of what I believe

Without reaction, I proceed.

I was on my own and alone to decide

Black metal was all that mattered, at the time

I found faith inspired by nature

And I was defined.

On this northern highway, under the starry sky

Mine was a cold, nocturnal, winter ride

And in the distance…

A stranger flashed his lights…