Sven was the most metal of all
He smelt of liqour, rotting meat
Hair as long as he was tall
Immortal on his stereo, he let loose a grimace
His corpse-paint chipped
His heritage, Finnish
The Norse gods guide his life
His throat tastes of fire
His heart frozen in ice
Under the moonlit alter, Sven made a pact
his own body and soul
Blackest of black