(the) grimness of which shepherds mourn - darkthrone lyrics

[“summer of the diobolical holocaust” from “under a funeral moon”]
i stand alone
in a valley filled with starlight
my eyes suffer
from eternal sparks
so shut the lids and dream so i can see
the trident clearer than ever now
and in my darkest fantasy
and as i reach for h-ll
in my darkest fantasy
i reach for h-ll
and i am free…