Commercialism and materialism. Shaping your society. . As the machines control your lives. As the machines control your lives. . You're raised by a TV screen.
The final gap. The bridge to where. The people will stand. And cry out in despair. . The leak. The leak. The leak. The leak. . We've always been beaten.
Thought you were deaf. Yeah, I thought you were blind. When you just stood there. While the idiots walked in line. . In the idiot parade. . You are taking their side.
Exercise of futility. To the point of no return. Until we breathe the darkness. And welcome the final sleep. . A journey through forgotten realms. Unspoken words now sung so clear.
It's so sad, so sad to see this farce we call equality. The gap between the sexes is still so fucking vast. The failure of generations who tried to beat the last.
Burn your past on a stake. Burn you values and views. Burn and let the furnace breath. Burn, just fucking burn. . The breathing furnace. The breathing furnace is you.
Excessive cleansing. Washing away the blood. From your shaking hands. . Coughing up filth. It's like nothing is clean when. Your mind still is dirty. .
Are you the brave one?. Would you dare to defy their cause?. Can you stand up for yourself?. Back up your thoughts with more than just empty words?. .
The fear of evil lurks around. It's dark it's quiet. There's not a sound. The dead among you. You must be still. For when they arise. They're out to kill.
1993. a year of misery?. Darkness fills the sky.. I hear the warriors cry.. The legend tells a story. From a Viking from the north,. Who met a Death Warrior.
Whats your name? Whats your story?. Why cant you let it be?. These are the conversations. Between the Devil and Me. . Caught between the lies Ive heard.
But darkness is inside. Still lives in me. And this very day. It wants to be freed. Make it free. Please, make it free. I wake up and see - the room is empty.
26th of December. . is a silly summer party. . I hope you remember. . we have places to go. . I think we need a lift to the T.K.I. . Let's go to the coast P.S.J here we come.
Among evil gods I sleep. Their ancient hymns were my dreams. But the vast and cold forest beckons. So I rose with the funeral moon. From my coffin of blackest slone.
All you see is a shell. there is nothing left inside. I'm dead to this world. I'm driven by a yearning to end all life. Tears of joy in my eyes. as you scream, as you die.
The gate rose before him. In stood there open wide. A bloodstained portal of might. His travel to the land unknown. I awakened from this dismal dream.
I have seen the most beautiful light. Since my birth It's been possessing my mind. I've lashed myself, I have opened my veins. Cursed my blood in grief.
[Darkthrone Cover]. [Bonus on LP]. . Transilvanenhunger. Kalt! ...Kalt. Die Berge sind kalt. So... kalt!. . Deine Hnde sind grausam. Spuk! ...Spuk !. Achtsam... bleich....