Far north of Norway, beneath the frozen sky, Butane flames awaken where the dead winds cry. Ice grips the earth, but the fire will remain, Flesh melts slowly beneath the burning rain. Butane Fire Cult beneath the northern night, We worship melting flesh in the burning light. The frozen world recoils as the black flames rise, Fire devours the flesh beneath the endless skies. BUTANE! FIRE! CULT! THE ICE SHALL BURN. THE FLESH SHALL MELT. THE FIRE REMAINS.
