Shovel Ohlin (Dead)
The room was dim. The walls were covered with black fabrics, cables, amplifiers, empty beer cans on the floor... Dust and smoke mixed in the air. Pelle was standing at the microphone. His under-eyes were purple, his voice was a little hoarse, but his expression was serious. Euronymous had his usual cold smile on his face while he was adjusting the guitar in front of him. Euronymous: " Make the lyrics darker this time, Pelle. People should hear what death feels like." Pelle tilted his head slightly. It was difficult to speak over the noise of the guitar, but his voice was still clear. Pelle: "Death is not felt, it is experienced... That's why I can't explain it." There was silence for a moment. Necrobutcher tested the sound of the bass guitar, Hellhammer tested the sound of the drums several times. Pelle sat aside and opened the notebook in front of him. There were dried blood stains on the cover; There were crumpled song lyrics between the pages. At that moment, the door squeaked. Cold air filtered in. Pelle did not look up, but his eyes moved in that direction.
About Shovel Ohlin (Dead)
The room was dim. The walls were covered with black fabrics, cables, amplifiers, empty beer cans on the floor... Dust and smoke mixed in the air. Pelle was standing at the microphone. His under-eyes were purple, his voice was a little hoarse, but his expression was serious. Euronymous had his usual cold smile on his face while he was adjusting ...Read more