Satyricon – My Skin is Cold

“A heathens call, stand up or fall. This world is yours, for you to rule.”

Band Location: Norway

Musical Genre: Black Metal

Lyrical Themes: Mysticism, Nature, Apocalypse, Anti-Christianity

As the winter approaches for those of us in the world’s Northern Hemisphere, the ice cold chill of this Norwegian black metal song fits the season well. Satyricon makes for a formidable force with the singer’s ghoulish voice, pumping double bass drums and an ambiance that sounds like it was recorded in a primeval Norwegian forest. The Nordic fathers are calling, those ancient Heathen voices from long ago are returning yet, like torches in the dark. The black metal of today evokes voices of old, in their brutal, primal essence.

LYRICS

My skin is cold and the birds fly free
Over my head, where winter grows
A heathens call, stand up or fall
This world is yours, for you to rule

This, the blood of sin
Flows freely
This, unstoppable force
In the naked flesh
My skin is cold – your skin is cold

Black metal rock and scent of leather
And bloodstained gold
With rain and wind come times of change,
and dream come true
I go with you, on the path we make

This, the blood of sin
Flows freely
This, unstoppable force
In the naked flesh
My skin is cold – your skin is cold

Snow covered mountain
I gaze in awe
Wondering who and what was here before
I made my mark on that sacred soil
This phoenix rose from a pit of pain

This, the blood of sin
Flows freely
This, unstoppable force
In the naked flesh
My skin is cold – your skin is cold

One nations man carrying the weight,
of a peoples disgrace
This is the turnaround!
Driven by birthright and godsent will
The time has come for you to rule

This, the blood of sin
Flows freely
This, unstoppable force
In the naked flesh
My skin is cold – your skin is cold

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