Darkthrone - His Master's Voice

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
Suppertime on the farm of life

Set 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 Открыть страницу с текстом

The moon and stars were the gifts he hid
And wonderous benefits of golden dawns
Cornucopias of lingering spring showers
All this in the trench coat of Mariana

The fabric lies torn
Hate cloak
Secrets hide in the linen
Of the hate cloak

Peering from beneath the layers
Fantasize your ghost
Invoke the drastic spells
Lifelong addicts of exile and gloom

The fabric lies torn
Hate cloak
Secrets hide in the linen
Of the hate cloak

The fabric lies torn
Hate cloak

Then you see a pile of worlds approaching
A new and fearsome light that makes you cry
You that sow your cloak of hate in darkness
Tread carefully, now it's your time to fly

The moon and stars were the gifts he hid
And wonderous benefits of golden dawns
Cornucopias of lingering spring showers
All this in the trench coat of Mariana

(Eternal hails)

The fabric lies torn
Hate cloak
Secrets hide in the linen
Of the hate cloak

Peering from beneath the layers
Fantasize your ghost
Invoke the drastic spells
Lifelong addicts of exile and gloom Открыть страницу с текстом

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 within

Tied to the mast
With his master's voice
Today will be the last
Hearing of his master's voice

Howls inside the golden calf I weldеd
Vengeant ghosts accompany your choice

Wishing
You could havе that 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 within Открыть страницу с текстом

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 before the cursed Christ

Korn og vann og kjøtt og bein
Myrdrag holder sjelen rein
Frihet styrker glissen ås
Aldri kristi skal vi nås Открыть страницу с текстом

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

Lifetime 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 Открыть страницу с текстом