Darkthrone Quintessence

Eight miles deep the well forgotten by mortals oh, i drank it empty in one single sip eight miles wide the valley behyond all hope oh, i filled the whole with one single fist Five million christians on a ride towards us oh, i slaughtered the bunch with one single hit (with my spear) five million woman so alone in the night oh, i had them all satisfied profusely (every night by myself) Ten thousand trolls hard as rock cold as ice oh, they ran when i rose to face them ten hungry waves they swallow br, br,