Lyrics Iconoclasm Sweeps Cappadocia - Darkthrone

Burn the crucifix.
Cremate the sould of the Virginborn
Freeze the shadow of ashes and let
It float away by the Thunder listener′s
Intense eyelash movements under their
Concentration to open the cosmic lid
Cursh not only our surrounding walls
Of curiosity, but also the hordes
Of Blind Believers.