Ripping down the valley of asphaltnThrough a brainstorm of snow and icenWhere dynamite blasted the Canadian Shield, I ridenHighways 17 and 69nnI understand the relationnOf black metal and modern lifenAnd how a cold winter scenenCan inspire distortion and screamsnnI am equal parts blood and icenI am just as much man as treenThrough chaos and solitude I camenTo become this black metal beingnnEach day I could see the changesnEach day I became more extremenI understood how the sight of naturenCould inspire the sound of machinesnnI’ve travelled over dynamic earth at nightnOn highways 17 and 69nFor the beauty of nature can lift my spiritsnEven in the dead of winter.nnModern life can drive us to scream for the trees…(in harmony)nFor those of us who can’t find peace, at least we can have a release.nnI understand the translationnUniversal in human behaviournA common expression and interpretationnOf Black Metal and modern lifennFocused and strongnWithout distraction, I look withinnNo one to talk me out of what I believenWithout reaction, I proceed.nnI was on my own and alone to decidenBlack metal was all that mattered, at the timenI found faith inspired by naturenAnd I was defined.nnOn this northern highway, under the starry skynMine was a cold, nocturnal, winter ridennAnd in the distance…nA stranger flashed his lights…