Darkthrone
Album • 2021
Only in sleep some relief could be found Ninth circle bound Gorgeous radioactive structures Heaving with their dormant pulse Tied to the mast With his master's voice This will never last Hearing his master's voice Cling to collapsing towers Death flashes before your eyes Reel at what could have been Lost lives drain (the) within Tied to the mast With his master's voice Today will be the last Hearing of his master's voice (He) howls inside the golden calf I welded Vengeant ghosts accompany your choice Wishing you could have a life anew The silent crowds point steadily at you Tied to the mast With his master's voice Today will be the last Hearing of his master's voice Cling to collapsing towers Death flashes before your eyes Reel at what could have been Lost lives drain (the) within
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025
Yearning ghosts in flight And then it dawns on you Out there in the night Towards the room which is not lit Decapitate sympathy Cannot muster the outreach Deny the helping hands Wake of the awakened Deny the helping hands Wake of the awakened Lifetimes of thoughts Build layers of walls around you Lesser and lesser In common with (the) humans Rivers of life grind away Furrows of numb regretfulness Detachment rules supreme Wallow in the sullen tears Of denied closure Decapitate sympathy Cannot muster the outreach Deny the helping hands Wake of the awakened Yearning ghosts in flight And then it dawns on you Out there in the night Towards the room which is not lit Decapitate sympathy Cannot muster the outreach Deny the helping hands Wake of the awakened
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025
The magnetic north pole adrift Melting clusters like morning dew Guardians prevent your trespass Map out (the) broken moral compass Voyage to a north pole adrift Covered in fallen leaves Voyage to a north pole adrift Suppertime on the farm of life Stagger through life Bones of ice Struggle to reclaim On fields against the grain Voyage to a north pole adrift Covered in fallen leaves Voyage to a north pole adrift Suppеrtime on the farm of life Sеt sail for the void ahead Bewildered plains arise (like) altars of numb hope Prodigal son boomerangs To the harbour of the damned Voyage to a north pole adrift Covered in fallen leaves Voyage to a north pole adrift Suppertime on the farm of life Stagger through life Bones of ice
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025
Mystic appearance of a town that was never mentioned Unveiling the lost from the shrouds of the iron age Significant might, a thundering haven for heathens A cryptic array of opinions from ancient Sweden Uppåkra, desecrated by slaves of Kristi Uppåkra, from long before the curse of Christ Uppåkra, desecrated by slaves of Kristi Uppåkra, from long before the curse of Christ Envigorating excavation (of) a house of ancient cults "What came upon us next?", forlorn souls whisper Defeating the vikings, burning the cult and a church they gave Obtain force against Christ from a 4000 year old grave Uppåkra, three burial mounds of hell Uppåkra, I long (be)for(e) the cursed Christ Korn og vann og kjøtt og bein Myrdrag holder sjelen rein Frihet styrker glissen ås Aldri kristi skal vi nås
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025
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