Dark Funeral live in Paris DVD 2006.
darkened blast-beats, electric-blue,
a hellish, tremolo-picked adieu in
an apprentice of satan, makes me grin
grand, as wide as the writhing crowd,
emperor caligula, shrill as baphomet
a fierce, corpse-paint clad prophet
over riffs, icy and dissonant, as songs
in dense darknesses; unholy snare taps,
over drunken claps, crazed horn-signs,
mobile phones, archaic, long gone,
filming in frenzies, me watching again,
a hundred times, more, content in
throes of grandiose black and nostalgia.