In 1991 most of the metal musicians in Norway believed Euronymous was a so - called cool guy , but in mid or late 1992 most of us realized that he was not . When DSP ( Deathlike Silence Productions ) , his label , released the Burzum debut album , in March 1992 , he had to take up a loan to be able to pay for it . He couldn 't afford it himself , and he loaned the money from me . When he sold all the Burzum albums he paid his private bills rather than print more records - or pay me back the money he owned me ( and I never saw any royalties either , for that sake ) . So when he was sold out he had no money to print more records . This is probably the reason why some people think I killed him for money , but certainly I wouldn 't have gotten my money back by killing him . Breaking his legs would probably have worked , but not killing him . I can always get more money if I want to and I never invest any more than I can afford to loose , anyhow . I have a very relaxed relationship to money , so this rumour is just silly , and it was only talk about 36 . 000 NOK anyhow ( about 5100 USD , about and average month 's pay in Norway ) . I took the consequence of his incompetence and stupidity and started up my own label , called Burznazg ( in Tolkien 's Black Speech that is " Dark Ring " ) , that was later ( in late 1992 ) changed to Cymophane ( Greek : " Wave to appear " , the name of a gem that is shaped like an eye ) , and decided to do everything myself . I didn 't need him . All he did was to sit on his fat arse in his shop and drink Coca Cola and eat kebab anyway . His shop was going down the drain , and it was only a matter of time before he ( and thus DSP ) was bankrupt . We hadn 't given up on him just yet though , not completely , and as a final attempt to get his shop going we agreed that I should do an interview for a newspaper to give metal - music some attention . He was out of Burzum albums , but he had other albums for sale in his shop . When I did the anonymous interview in January 1993 I exaggerated a lot and when the journalist left we - a girl and I - had a good laugh , because he didn 't seem to understand that I was pulling his leg . He took everything dead serious . Unfortunately he went to the police the next day ( the 19th ) and had me arrested , and ( the 20th ) his newspaper printed his version of what I had said while I was in a holding cell unable to tell anybody that it was just a load of crap I had said to create some interest in a music genre - to help Euronymous get some customers for a change . The interesting thing is that when I was arrested Euronymous closed down the shop instead of taking advantage of the situation , because his parents thought the attention was too uncomfortable ! So the " evil " Black Metal hero did what his mother and father told him to ! Pretty pathetic , alright , but by doing so he also made all my efforts more or less pointless . I spent six weeks in custody because of that , and all he did was to close down the shop ! The customers came in droves , but to a closed shop ! How stupid is that ? ! Euronymous had made a complete fool of himself by closing down the shop , and most of us agreed that he was a damn wimp and an idiot . I was angry at him for not taking advantage of the situation , which was why I had done that silly interview in the first place , and I didn 't want anything more to do with him . There was no point in dealing with him . Instead I got a deal with a distribution company in Oslo for Cymophane , and continued on my own . As far as I was concerned he didn 't exist anymore . When he phoned me to ask me if they , the guys in Mayhem , could stay at my place when they were in Grieghallen sound studios to finish the Mayhem album , I said no . Nobody else in Bergen wanted to give them a place to stay either , and they had to rent a room at a motel . Nobody had anything against Hellhammer , the only other Mayhem member at the time , but we just didn 't want anything to do with Euronymous . I have always had a good relationship to Hellhammer , and he wasn 't very impressed with Euronymous either , so to speak . In 1992 , when we recorded " De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas " , he even made jokes that we should kill him ! For some months this dislike for Euronymous spread in the metal scene , as more and more people understood what a moron he was , and he blamed me for all of this , and started to hate me . He believed it was my fault people lost their respect for him . In a sense he was right , as I certainly didn 't keep my opinions a secret , but I think he brought that upon himself . He was simply disclosed by the way he reacted to the heat . He had made a fool of himself . Further , when the media wrote all that crap about me it made him feel less important . Suddenly he was no longer the " main character " in the hardcore metal scene . As he saw it , that too was all my fault . This is probably the reason people claim the killing was a result of a power struggle between two leading figures in the scene , but the truth is that this was only important to him . I couldn 't care less about this . I didn 't even socialize with that many metal people , and when I went out I preferred to go to house parties and to an underground techno club in Bergen , called " Føniks " ( Phoenix ) , while most of the metal guys went to some rock ' n ' roll place . In fact I went to the techno club to get away from all the new metal people , because I didn 't like the attention from them . I preferred the attention of nice girls , so to speak . Later Mayhem got a new guitarist , Snorre W . Ruch of Thorns , from Trondheim , and when he moved to Bergen I let him sleep on a guest bed , in the living room of my apartment , until he got his own apartment . At this point Euronymous had begun to plot against my life . He wanted to kill me . In his view I was the problem , so by killing me he believed he problem would go away . His problem was that he included a few of the metal people in his plot to kill me , and they told me . He had told them because he trusted them , but obviously they had warmer feelings for me than for him , so to speak . At one point he phoned Snorre , who lived in my apartment , and Snorre let me listen to what Euronymous had to say . He told Snorre that " Varg must disappear for good " and similar , confirming the plans others had told me about earlier . A lot people has claimed that I overreacted , because Euronymous was such a wimp anyhow , and he didn 't have the guts to even try to kill me . Sure , he was a wimp , but this time he didn 't tell everybody about his plans , like he usually did . I took this serious because he only told a very few people he trusted , his closest friends - or those he believed were his closest friends anyhow . Also , in August 1993 he was about to go to prison for four months , after being convicted for injuring two people with a broken bottle , because they had " looked at his girlfriend " at a bus - stop . He was not a very sympathetic guy , and when he felt that he had his back against the wall he was capable of executing his plans . If scared enough even the biggest cowards become dangerous . The same day he told Snorre about his intentions to kill me ( and thus indirectly told me , as I was listening to their conversation ) , I received a letter from him , where he pretended to be so very positive and where he was very friendly and wanted to meet me to discuss a contract that I had not yet signed . This was the only excuse he had to contact me , and it seemed like he was trying to set me up . According to his " friends " the plan was to meet me , knock me out with a stun - gun , tie me up and put me in the trunk of a car . He would then drive into the countryside , tie me to a tree and torture me to death while videotaping everything . My reaction to this was naturally anger . What the Hell did he think he was ? The same day I decided to drive to Oslo , hand him the signed contract and tell him to " f * * * off " , basically , and by doing so take away all the excuses he had to contact me ever again . I have to admit that I didn 't rule out beating him up too , though . Just before I left Snorre told me he wanted to come along , because he had some new guitar riffs to show him . I intended to continue to Sarpsborg with a load of Burzum T - shirts ( to Metallion of " Slayer " magazine as far as I remember ) , and just leave Snorre in Oslo with Euronymous . The odd ( and disloyal ) Snorre didn 't seem to have any problems being a friend of both of us , by the way , like a normal person ( with a backbone ) would . We left Bergen around 21 : 00 and we arrived in Oslo around 03 : 00 - 04 : 00 ( I no longer remember exactly ; it happened more than eleven years ago ) . We had taken turns driving , and when we arrived I was sleeping in the back seat . Because of that I had taken my belt off , and when we stopped I handed it to him and asked him to put it a safe place . I had a knife in the belt , and driving around with a knife lying in the backseat is not very safe . We went to the front door of the building block and I called his doorbell . He was sleeping . You might think that visiting people in the middle of the night was a bit strange , but it was perfectly normal to us . A lot of people in the metal scene were " nocturnal creatures " , so to speak . He asked who it was , and I said my name . " I am sleeping . Can 't You come back later ? " he said . " I got the contract . Let me in " , I said and he buzzed me inn . His flat was on the fifth ( or fourth ? ) floor and I began climbing the stairs . Snorre wanted to have a cigarette , and smoking was banned in Euronymous ' apartment ( and in my car ) , so he waited downstairs to have a smoke . Euronymous was waiting for me in entrance , looking very nervous , and I handed him the contract . I may add that of course he was nervous . The guy he planned to murder showed up at his doorstep in the middle of the night . I then asked him what the " f * * * " he was up to , and when I took a step forwards he panicked . He freaked out and attacked me with a kick in the chest . I simply threw him to the door , and was a bit stunned . I wasn 't stunned by his kick , but by the fact he had attacked me . I didn 't expect that . Not in his apartment and not like that . He had just started to train " kick boxing " and like all beginners thought he had become " Bruce Lee " overnight , but still . After a few seconds he jumped from the floor and dashed for the kitchen . I knew he had a knife lying on the kitchen table , and I figured that " if he 's going to have a knife , I 'm going to have a knife too " . My belt knife was in the car , because it was in the belt I had left there , but I had a pocket knife , or rather a boot knife ( with an 8 cm long blade ) in my pocket . I jumped out in front of him and managed to stop him before he got his hands on the kitchen knife . At this point he had showed his intentions , so when he ran for the bedroom I figured he was going for another weapon . He had some weeks earlier told some people that he would soon get the shotgun back from the police ( used by " Dead " when he shot himself ) , so I figured that was what he was going for , or he was going for his stun - gun . ( Although he actually didn 't have a stun - gun or the shotgun in his apartment , I didn 't know that . ) I gave chase , stabbed him and was a bit surprised when he ran out of the apartment instead . It made no sense to flee and it made me angry to know that he had started the fight , but the moment it didn 't go his way he decided to flee instead , instead of fighting like a man . Such is always something I have disliked strongly . Outside we met Snorre , who had finished his cigarette . All the doors looked the same , and Snorre was a pretty absent - minded fellow , so he had ended up in the attic , one floor up , by mistake . Confused he had gone back down and used his lighter flame to light up the door sign , trying to read it and figure out if this was the right apartment . As he was trying to read the door sign Euronymous came running out in his underwear , bleeding and screaming like a madman . Snorre was so surprised and terrified he looked like a ghost , and it looked as if his eyeballs were about to fall out of his head . According to Snorre he was so surprised and shocked he had a black - out and didn 't remember anything until I later asked him if he was okay . Euronymous ran down a flight of stairs and stopped to call the neighbour 's door bell . He quickly realized that I had come after him , so he continued to flee down the stairs , knocking on the walls , trying to call the door - bells of the neighbours as he ran past them , and screaming for help . I stabbed him ( three or four times ) in his left shoulder as he ran - that was the only part I could hit while we were running anyhow . He then stumbled and broke a lamp on the wall , probably with his head or arm , and fell into the glass fragments - in his underwear . I ran past him and waited . Snorre was still upstairs , and I had no idea how he would react to all of this . Perhaps it was a set - up and he was in on it ? Perhaps he too would attack me ? I didn 't know . When Snorre came running he looked very scared and I just let him ran straight past me . I realized he was not a part of this , so I asked him if he was okay ( because he certainly didn 't look okay ) . By then Euronymous was back on his feet . He looked resigned and said : " It 's enough " , but then he tried to kick me again , and I finished him off by thrusting the knife through his skull , through his forehead , and he died instantaneously . The eyes turned around in his head and a moan could be heard as he emptied his lungs when he died . He fell down to a sitting position , but the knife was stuck in his head , so I held him up , as I held onto the knife . When I jerked the knife from his skull he fell forward , and rolled down a flight of stairs like a sack of potatoes - making enough noise to wake up the whole neighbourhood ( it was a noisy , metal staircase ) . This might sound like an odd way to kill him , but my knife was very small and it was only pointed . The blade was not sharp . It was so blunt I wouldn 't have been able to cut a tomato in two with it without crushing it instead . The only way to kill him quickly with that knife would be to pierce his heart or skull . In fact I would have been able to kill him much easier and quicker had I not had a knife at all , and instead had just beat him to death . The only reason I had pulled a knife was because he was trying to , and I figured it would be fair that I had a knife too , although the knife I had wasn 't much . He had showed his intention to kill me , and even though he was no longer a direct threat to me , there and then , I did not feel any bad for killing him . His cowardice had made me angry and I saw no reason to let him live , not when he had showed his intent to kill me . Had I let him live I would only let him have another attempt at my life , later on . Killing a person with a 8 cm ling blunt knife is a bloody affair , but although the blood had splashed all over the walls inside the staircase , as we ran downwards , I had no blood in my face , only on my upper body . Anyhow , Snorre had the car keys so I ran out to stop him from driving away , leaving me behind in Oslo , soaked in blood . I took the car keys from him , opened the door , gave him back the car keys and told him to drive . I jumped into my sleeping bag , that I had in the trunk of the car , before I got into the car myself , to make sure I didn 't leave any blood traces in the car . At that point I figured it was best to try and get away . What I didn 't know , was that Snorre was still in shock , so he just drove around in Oslo for 20 minutes , and eventually I had to take over . On our way to Oslo Snorre saw a police control on the highway to Bergen just outside Oslo , so we had to take another way . We drove north towards Trondheim and then took off westwards after a while . I stopped by a lake and took off all my clothes . I tied rocks into the clothes and swam out on the lake to let them sink where the water was deep . Luckily I still had the T - shirts I intended to sell in Sarpsborg ( like I said , to Metallion , as far as I remember ) , and Jørn of Hades had forgotten a sweatshirt in the backseat of my car ( ironically a Kreator shirt , with the text " Pleasure To Kill " ) , so I had a clean sweatshirt too ( well , not " clean " , but at least it wasn 't soaked in blood ) . Finally , I had a very , very dirty pair of trousers that had been lying in the floor in the back of the car for ages , so I had an almost complete set of clothes . Driving " commando " and without socks was no problem . ( Snorre later showed the police where I had gotten rid of the clothes , but all they could find was a T - shirt , with the picture of a Viking and the text : " Norway : The Land Of The Vikings " , that had no traces of blood . Everything else was gone , and even scuba divers couldn 't find anything . They had no proof whatsoever that the T - shirt had belonged to me [ and who on Earth would ever expect me to wear a T - shirt with such a motive ? The other clothes had probably sunken into the deep mud at the bottom of the lake , as intended . ) A friend of ours was still in my apartment . When I decided to go to Oslo we had been watching videos and eating pizza , and when we left he was allowed to stay there to finish the films and eat up . At this point I wanted him to leave the apartment , in case the police already knew what had happened . We stopped in Hønefoss in a phone booth , just to tell the guy in my apartment to go home . The first booth we saw was surrounded by teenagers , and we didn 't want anybody to see us in Eastern Norway at the time , so we kept going until we found another phone booth . I was driving so Snorre went out to make the call , and then a police car came driving down the road . Apparently the teenagers had smashed the phone booth , before they moved on to smash the next one , and somebody had called the police . When the policeman arrived and saw us he believed we were the people he was looking for . ( Is that a good example of " Murphy 's Law " or what ? ) . The phone was broken , and Snorre returned to the car . I drove off , with the police car about a hundred yards behind us , and I figured that if he stopped us and even just wrote down our names , it would be impossible to get an alibi . So I drove faster and faster , with the police car following in the same speed , and when I came to the train station in Hønefoss I turned right and drove like a complete maniac ( with howling tires , spinning wheels , slipping rear wheels in the turns and everything else you might expect from a B - movie " get - away " ) . I was driving a VW Golf , and we were driving so fast that before we knew it we were on the " high way " to Bergen again - and we had lost the police . He had probably not even bothered to give chase ( or , less likely , he had failed to keep up with us ) , as later inquiries ( by the police ) showed that he had not even reported this incident to his superiors . At this point I figured they might already be looking for us , and in case they were , I suggested to Snorre that I dropped him off by a train station , in a place called Gol , on the way to Bergen . If the police stopped me I would be alone , and he would not get in trouble . He declined the offer , and we drove back to Bergen without any incidents . The first thing I did was to visit a printing shop to get an alibi , and then I drove to the guy that had stayed in my apartment , to tell him that we needed to talk and make up an alibi . Snorre had already told him that " something happened " in Oslo in the phone , when we stopped by a phone booth outside Voss , some time after Hønefoss . We came up with a story and everything was fine . By then I could finally go home to get some sleep . After about 20 minutes of sleep the door - bell rang and a journalist wanted to talk to me about the death of Euronymous , that was known by then ( around 11 : 00 ) , and I told him that I was too tired to talk to him about it . I had after all not slept for quite some time ( although I didn 't tell him that . . . ) . The next day we could read on the front page that " The Count is in sorrow ! He was so sad by the news of the death of his best friend that he didn 't even manage to talk to us about it . " Rather amusing , don 't You think ? It just shows how untrustworthy the stories in the media are ! Some have for some weird reason claimed that I killed Euronymous because of a girl , and I can therefore add that my girlfriend at the time ( and from April 1993 to sometime in 1998 ) didn 't even know who he was . She had never even heard of him until I killed him ( and I may add that she wasn 't even a metalhead , but an " ordinary " girl who listened to pop music ) . So obviously she had nothing to do with any of this and I surely did not kill him because of a girl . To my knowledge Euronymous didn 't have a girlfriend , so it cannot be his girlfriend the people spreading this silly rumour were talking about either . Even the people who criticize me for killing a fellow Norwegian are wrong . Euronymous was actually Lappish , as can be clearly seen from the pictures of him . His Lappish ( Mongolian ) facial features are very visible , his hair was typical Lappish ( thin and straight ) and his stature was revealing too ( like most Laps he was very short ) . The problem was that Snorre was still in shock . I have to admit that none of this effected me in any way . It was no big deal anyhow ; a convinced criminal with plans to kill me was dead . So what ? I do not see any reason to pity a person who plans to torture me to death while videotaping it for his own entertainment . The police wanted to talk to me - as they understood from day one that I had done it - and asked me to come to Oslo for an interview . I agreed and talked to them , presented the alibi that we had created after the killing , and they let me go . They then moved the investigation to my home town , for obvious reasons , and began interviewing everybody else too . They had no evidence against me whatsoever , so they had to make somebody talk to get me . They quickly understood that Snorre was the weak link in the chain , so to speak . He was a nervous wreck , and they gave him a hard time . They phoned him in the night when I wasn 't there , asking questions , the same questions over and over again , and eventually , after nine days , he broke down . According to the police report he was so emotionally broken down that they had to wait several hours before they were able to get some sort of statement from him . Apparently it had been quite a traumatic experience to him . He told them I had killed Euronymous and where I was . At the time I was at a night club , and when I got out ( around 02 : 00 - 03 : 00 I think , on Friday 19th on August 1993 ) they arrested me . They asked for my name and I refused to even tell them that . They undressed me , threw me in a holding cell , kept the light on 24 / 7 and didn 't even hand me a blanket or a madras to lie on . I had expected that , so it was no big deal and I could just smile at their pathetic attempts to break me down mentally , but the " alibi " in my apartment got the same treatment , was told he was charged with murder and - being completely unprepared for this - he was so freaked out he confessed to everything immediately . Something had happened in Oslo , he told them , and I had ended up killing Euronymous . He told them the same as Snorre had told them . They still had no hard evidence against me , though . The only really usable thing they had was the confession from Snorre , but even he hadn 't seen me stabbing Euronymous . His testimony proved that he had been in Oslo , but the only thing that linked me to the crime was his testimony . They even had him on video tape , from a gas station surveillance camera in Hønefoss that night , when he was refueling the car on the way to Oslo . I on the other hand was nowhere to be seen . He was alone in the car . If they hadn 't done something about this , they would have been forced to convict him for the murder , and I would go free . He was going down ! So what do You think happened ? They suddenly claimed - two months after the killing and two months after I had been suspected of killing him ( and they already had my fingerprints , from the January 1993 arrest ) - they had found my fingerprints in blood on the crime scene . I was wearing gloves when I killed him , so I knew that was a load of crap , but nobody else knew , and Snorre erroneously believed that I had told him that I didn 't wear gloves when I killed him . Then suddenly Snorre and the other guy changed their story , and they claimed we had planned the whole thing in advance . The guy in the apartment was told that I had done it , but if he didn 't cooperate with them Snorre would be convicted instead . " Do You want Snorre to go to jail for something Varg has done ? " Everything was done just to get me , and to get Snorre off the hook , but in this process they came up with a story that was far worse than the truth . They claimed Snorre had planned his alibi by giving his ATM card ( credit card ) to the other guy , who would use it in the middle of the night in Bergen , and thus leave electronic evidence suggesting he was in Bergen and not in Oslo at the time . The only problem was that he never gave him any ATM card , so the other guy obviously never left any electronic fingerprints in Bergen , so what was the point in even claiming this ? They claimed we had rented video films we had seen before , so that if anybody asked us about them we could still tell what they were about . They also claimed that the guy in my apartment had stayed there to make noises and make the neighbours believe I was home . He had further even left the apartment wearing my jacket , to make people he met in the street believe he was me , and to use Snorre 's bankcard to leave electronic evidence . He never had Snorre 's ATM card , though , and nobody ever said they had seen him posing as me , so . . . Snorre had accompanied me to trick Euronymous to let us into the apartment , they claimed , although I was the one who called the doorbell and talked to him . Finally , I don 't know if this is embarrassing or just stupid , but the guy in the apartment actually used to claim he was me , when he was out . He actually used " Hi , I 'm the Count " as a pick - up line when hitting on girls ( ? ! ) . I know this because some girls came up to me and told me about it . So if he indeed wore my jacket and walked around in Bergen trying to make people think he was me , it doesn 't necessarily mean he tried to give me an alibi . It is rather a testimony to how incredibly pathetic he was - and just how low some human beings can sink to get laid . I may add that I don 't think this pick - up line was particularly effective , not least considering that it was very easy for the girls to know that he wasn 't " the Count " . Bergen is a very small town of only 130 . 000 ( or 250 . 000 if you include the whole municipality ) people and pretty much everybody there and at that time knew how I looked , so what on Earth was he thinking about ? ! He wasn 't even from Bergen ( but from Lillehammer in Eastern Norway ) , and everybody could hear that the moment he opened his mouth . I am actually a bit embarrassed by the fact that I socialized with these people , with both this guy and Snorre - and for some time with Euronymous too . There is a saying : " Show me Your friends , and I can tell You who You are . " If that is the case I most certainly and obviously was a complete idiot . . . But in my defense , I must stress that I had other and good friends too . ( Phew ! ) They never managed to explain why on Earth Snorre would want Euronymous dead though . He just joined Mayhem as a guitarist , the dream of many heavy metal guitarists , I am sure , and was a childhood friend of Euronymous , so it doesn 't make sense at all . Further , they claimed I had planned to " cut his throat " ( probably because that made me sound very cruel ) , but if that was the case , why on Earth would I bring a blunt knife that was only pointy ? I could just as well have tried to cut his throat with a spoon . That doesn 't make any sense either - and we further know perfectly well that I didn 't cut his throat . They and the police were so eager in making up things to get me convicted that in the end Snorre too was convicted , for assisting me in planning a murder and for aiding me psychologically . ( Yeah , " sure " . ) The other guy though , who claimed he actively participated in planning the " murder " and getting me an alibi , spent a total of one single night in a holding cell . He was never charged , something that is kind of odd . If the police had seriously believed in this mad theory he presented he would surely have been convicted too , but they knew it was a load of crap made up to get me , so they let him go . And I may add that we don 't have a reward - system for informers in Norway , like they have in the USA and possibly in other countries too . There is no way you can bargain a way out of prison if you have committed a crime in Norway . The fact is that they simply didn 't want to convict him for something he had not done . He was lying , and they knew it . They had told him to come up with these lies ! In court I told them that Snorre had nothing to do with any of this and that he was in the wrong place at the wrong time , but the next day Snorre was witnessing and claimed that I was wrong . I had planned everything , and he knew it because he was a part of it . His whole defense plan was to make sure I couldn 't blame him , but I actually had never even thought about that ( and it took me quite some time to even understand that this was his worry ) . Had he told the truth he would have been released from prison , but instead he stuck to his lie - because his defense lawyer bullied him into sticking to it - and he got 8 years for doing absolutely nothing . The media claimed the killing was a result of a " power - struggle " in a " Satanic movement " , and that I had killed him to take his place as a leader ( ? ) . Now , that doesn 't make sense . I mean , is that how it works ? You kill somebody to take their place ? If You want to be appointed director of a firm You don 't achieve that by killing the current director . What kind of world do these journalists live in ? Are they living in animal pack or what ? It just doesn 't make sense at all . Yet , that was their theory , their only theory . The " Alpha male " journalist ( Michael Grundt Spang ) writing for Norway 's biggest newspaper , even spent time writing about my hair and generally how I looked . According to him I " threw " my " mouse - brown pigtails " around " like a girl " , and I didn 't have an " evil glow " surrounding me at all , as could be expected from an " evil Satanist " like me , and so forth . He was obviously very disappointed by the fact that I didn 't look " evil " . It never seemed to occur to him that I might not look like an " evil Satanist " , simply because I wasn 't an " evil Satanist " . . . Snorre was described as just " a smaller , thinner and paler version of the Count " . The journalist surely didn 't intend for it to be funny , but it certainly was , because it was just so incredibly foolish . The other guys in the scene were naturally furious at me , as they eventually began to believe in the newspaper - theory about a power - struggle , so they too - with a few exceptions ( like Fenris and the guys in Mayhem ) - did everything to nail me , and in the process they snitched on each other too , and finally , because of them , the police solved almost all the crimes committed by black metallers in Norway from 1991 to 1993 . I have spoken to some of them later on , and they told me that if they had known the truth they would never have attacked me ( and in the process each other ) like they did . They were manipulated by the media , and of course by the police . They were lied to just like everybody else , and unfortunately they weren 't able to see through the lies . When I was convicted I got 21 years , the maximum penalty in Norway , and the judge claimed I had " an incomprehensible motive " for killing him . It is really that hard to understand that I killed him when I knew he had plans to torture me to death and then attacked me in the apartment ? What part of this is it the judge didn 't understand ? Initially it was self - defense , but when he started to flee I was no longer in a life - threatening situation , so at that point it was no longer self - defense , but voluntary manslaughter , and as I saw it a pre - emptive strike , to prevent him from getting a second chance to kill me . That should have given me only 8 - 10 years ! Instead I got 21 years , and Snorre got 8 years for doing absolutely nothing ! They also tried to present the killing as so very brutal , and claimed he had died because both his lungs had been punctured . They further claimed I had stabbed him 23 times . First of all I knew very well that he had died when I stabbed him in the head . Secondly he had fallen into a pile of glass fragments in his underwear . Naturally this gave him a lot of cuts - even under one of this heels as he got back up in his feet after falling . They knew this too , but instead claimed I had stabbed him 23 times , just to make people think I was so very cruel , bestial and brutal . In court they showed pictures from the autopsy to a terrified jury . The pictures showed Euronymous naked in a table , with all his hair shaved off and his eyes still open , and all the cuts numbered with a pen in his skin . I know it was humiliating for him to get killed , but when they showed pictures from the autopsy in court that was surely much worse . Killing scumbags is one thing , but I would never humiliate anybody like that . Mentioning the jury , I had the " privilege " of having the only Christian " healer " in Norway in my jury . He apparently had even been on TV , claiming to " pull the evil from the body with the help of Jesus " , and thus " heal " people . Now , is that a coincidence ? Is it a coincidence that the only Christian " healer " in Norway ( at the time , anyhow ) ends up in my jury ? He was listed as a " secretary " , and I only got to know that he was a Christian " healer " much later , in 1995 , when a journalist told me about it - and he also told that at least two other jurors were Freemasons . The rest of them were all pensioners , with the exception of one or two women . My " peers " all of them , no doubt . . . Snorre 's defense attorney too was a Freemason , as I have already mentioned , one of the court psychiatrists was a Freemason and a Jewish Auschwitz " survivor " ( one of a total of three in Norway , at the time ) and the other psychiatrist a left - wing extremist , my defense lawyer was 100 % incapable of paid employment ( because of a heart condition ) and according to the journalist I talked to at least one of the three judges were Freemasons too . The church burnings were hardly mentioned in the court . They presented one witness in each case who claimed I had burned this or that church , and that was it . " Guilty " . Just like that . This process was repeated four times , and I was found guilty of kindling four churches , three of them having burned to the ground . There was not a single piece of physical evidence in any of these cases . I was convicted solely because of the testimony of one single person in each case . All of these witnesses were friends of Euronymous ! Even my incompetent lawyer didn 't bother talking about the church fires , as it was " not important " he claimed . " You don 't get much for that anyhow " , he figured . Interestingly no fingerprints or any other technical evidence were presented in court either . When I was arrested I had some 3 . 000 rounds of ammo ( mostly . 22LR , 38 Special , 7 , 52N , 7 . 92 mm and 12Gauge ) in my apartment , but most of it wasn 't even included in the list of confiscated objects . The policemen simply took what they wanted . To them it was " free ammo " . They even stole my SS steel helmet , although I can only guess why . Finally I was convicted of stealing and storing some 150 kg of explosives ( mostly dynamite and some glynite ) and three bags of electronic detonators , and for breaking into some cabins in the mountains - where I had , according to them , stolen a Norwegian flag ( ? ! ) and a book , while looking for guns . I was never convicted for grave desecration , as many seems to believe , or for kindling the Fantoft Stave Church . They had no dumb metal head who could lie and tell them that he had joined me in burning that church , like in the other cases , so they had absolutely no evidence against me in that context whatsoever , and I even had an alibi , as a girl from Oslo had spent the night with me . ( Yet my " defense " lawyer didn 't even bother to ask her to testify in my defense ! ) The charge was all based in hearsay . Still , when the jury didn 't find me guilty of burning down the Fantoft Stave Church the main judge was so angry she claimed that it was " obvious " that I had done that too , but it wouldn 't really matter , as I would get maximum penalty anyway - and amazingly she said that before the three judges and jury members had even begun discussing the penalty , so obviously they had decided on forehand that I should get 21 years no matter what . They wanted to use me as an example , to show the youth in Norway that you don 't mess with " the Mother - Pig " . The killing of Euronymous was a blessing to them . Finally they had an excuse to get rid of me ( or so they believed anyhow : people tend to think of even a year in prison as " the end " of everything ) . I don 't think it would have happened if the media had not written so many lies about me , because that was what made Euronymous want to get rid of me in the first place : I got so much attention that he became envious . Then the justice system gave me 21 years because the media had given me so much attention that I had become more important and influential than I was originally , and because they were just so incredibly provoked by the church burnings that they lost their minds completely . In short I was attacked by a convicted criminal , I defended myself and got 21 years for that . As if that isn 't enough , they changed the rules after I was convicted , meaning I officially have to serve 2 more years than I was initially sentenced to . 21 years meant that I would be released after 12 years , but a few years ago ( in 2000 or 2001 ) they changed the rules , so according to them I have to serve 14 years instead now , because the new law is made retroactive ! It is illegal to make laws retroactive like that , according to the Norwegian constitution and international law , but who cares ? In 1945 , when the war was over , we didn 't even have death penalty in war - time in Norway , so the same justice system we have today made a new law , made it retroactive , and executed dozens of people anyhow ( in peace - time ! ) . I am neither a " poor " Afro - Asian immigrant nor a left - wing extremist , or a Christian weakling begging for mercy , so there is no way the media will ever give me any support . I am simply too much a persona non grata in Norway , a country many Western Europeans know as " the last Soviet state " . I can still apply for a release after only 12 years , but given my experience with the justice system in Norway , I am not very optimistic about it . There is a difference between Þórr and Loki , as we say in Scandinavia . I am angry because all of this , but I know that I will come out on top in the end , and I guess that is what really matters . I don 't even hate them , I just pity them . Above all I am just thankful that I am not like them . I 'll regain my freedom one day , but they will probably never become any better . It 's like the fat versus the ugly : the fat can always lose weight , but the ugly will always be ugly .