Far north of Norway, beneath the frozen sky, Black flames awaken where the dead winds cry. Ice grips the earth, but the vapour remains, Flesh melts slowly beneath the burning rain. Butane Fire Cult beneath the northern night, We honour the fallen in the burning light. The frozen world recoils as the black flames rise, Fire claims the flesh beneath the endless skies. BUTANE! FIRE! CULT! THE ICE SHALL BURN. THE FLESH SHALL MELT. THE BLACK FLAME REMAINS. Deep in the frost where the shadows grow long, We gather in silence and answer the song. The cold cannot hold what the fire has claimed, Our circle is sealed in the black flame’s name. BUTANE! FIRE! CULT! THE ICE SHALL BURN. THE FLESH SHALL MELT. THE BLACK FLAME REMAINS. The ice shall burn… The flesh shall melt… The black flame devours... only ash to earn...
