The following text is taken and translated from a diary found in the room of now a deceased musician, Per Yngve Ohlin.
I hate this world even more now. I was searching for a good band to join, and well, this is a complete shitshow – no one wants to accept me. I've send my demo to a couple of bands, I even put some of my most favorite animal corpses in the fucking packages to show my true intentions and guess what? Nothing. 2 months already and fucking nothing. I have one copy of my demo [demoname] left, this is my last chance. Is it true what [blank] said? No true bands are left in this goddamn country.
I really could go places now just to join a good death or black metal band, almost any country I can afford moving to. Now it really seems that I will stay here, in Sweden, and I really don't want to. If only you people knew how shitty it is in here, I don't imagine it being any different in the Norway or Finland, but I hope it is… Anyway.
I've been practicing on my guitar, drums and vocals for quite a while now. Shit, I might as well start my own band, with me only.
It seems like I was meant to be alone, isn't it?
I haven't told anyone, and actually, I won't tell anyone as it seems too weird. I collected dead animals for a while now, I hid them in the backyard of my house. I left them rot.
The bones are just so beautiful, their look, the story behind them reminds me of death. They got there, I want so too.