As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move.
Zak Smith vs Adrian Smith, Final Round - Alright, third try at doing an homage to this Adrian Smith piece from *Realms of Chaos* for my book *Black Metal Amazons of the Devoured Land.* (You can cl...
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