Score out of 10? Actually don't bother. You'd just depress me more. Weren't you immediately taken in by the atmosphere of that intro? Then laid low by that incredibly heavy drumming? Is there absolutely no chance that Quorthon's raw, heartfelt vocals carried you into another time and place? Not the tiniest possibility that you set entranced as the soaring atmospheric keyboard and slow, majestic guitar evoked the old pagan majesty? Not even the bit with the church bells? Like fuck. I bet you didn't even read the lyrics. Two lines, well, fine.
This is the part where I would rant on literally forever about the rank, seething injustice of one of the greatest musical innovators of our generation (if pretty much defining and perfecting two whole genres of music counts over NME coverage anymore) being allowed to go un-noticed and die alone whilst self-indulgent, scrofulent little shit-bags like Kurt Cobain and Elliot Smith are idolised after their selfish little deaths. But scarce few ever have or ever will care.
Oh, and fuck Keelhaul. :)