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In glory of the Northern Darkness

[Intro] [Spoken, deep male vocals, cynical] Bang-bang! The place of repentance - the place of knowledge Nine-One-One! Dispatch, we're rolling through the abyss! Hey-hey! Cold and the howl of the hellish pack Bang-bang! Clash of metal, ring of chains, suffer In glory of the Northern Darkness In glory of the Northern Darkness [Verse 1] [Aggressive, rhythmic, spoken-word style] Black raven circles, circles in the black sky Siren wails hysterical, blizzard answers back Real homies in the hood, they're snitching, they're pleading Greedy wolves circling the block - you're dead meat, dawg 10-4, we're on scene, suspect's getting busted 10-99, officer down, but we're still the trusted Roar and growl, red maws, yellow eyes You'd say they're outta their fucking minds, bitch Then left-right punches fly straight to your face Yeah - we're the fucked-up types, homie, what did you think? You pissed us off beyond all measure To Serve and Protect - our fucking motto, bitch [Chorus] [Chanting, ritualistic, with adlibs] BANG-BANG! (Yeah!) Place of repentance - place of knowledge! (Uh!) NINE-ONE-ONE! (What?) We're the grim guardians of the abyss! (Damn!) Hey-hey! (Hey!) Cold and the howl of the hellish pack! (Woo!) BANG-BANG! (Bang!) Clash of metal, ring of chains, suffer! (Suffer!) In glory of the Northern Darkness In glory of the Northern Darkness [Verse 2] [Brutal, aggressive, street slang] Talk shit, get hit - we bust your fucking face, your fucking face Ribs crack, jaws snap - left-right, left-right, what a waste Temple of violence and repentance in the house of pain, house of pain In the jail cell by the will of the black will [Radio Chatter] [Sarcastic, deadpan] "Dispatch, got another one biting the dust" "Copy that, unit 666, bring the body bag, must" [Miranda Warning - Black Metal Version] [Spoken, sarcastic] You have the right to remain silent... But we prefer you scream! Anything you say can and will be used against you... In the court of the Northern Darkness! [Chorus] [Chanting, ritualistic, with adlibs] BANG-BANG! (Yeah!) Place of repentance - place of knowledge! (Uh!) NINE-ONE-ONE! (What?) We're the grim guardians of the abyss! (Damn!) Hey-hey! (Hey!) Cold and the howl of the hellish pack! (Woo!) BANG-BANG! (Bang!) Clash of metal, ring of chains, suffer! (Suffer!) In glory of the Northern Darkness In glory of the Northern Darkness [Outro] [Fading, whispered] In glory of the Northern Darkness... In glory of the Northern Darkness...