Darkthrone - Eon 2

So I basked in a convoy of stunning souls
There is a bewitched mark on the ground
Barren, as if life has shedded
Satan’s hide is deep embedded

Nomadic caravan of broken ghosts
Enhancer of the void
Now you long for a line of wisdom
To tie you to the outposts

Then there were whole lives to rent
Hold them like glittering eons
Painting your world with bloody scalps
Elegance is what you’re made of

Men made their mark on this world
But surely not the size of lunar craters
No, a largeness that you can’t conceive
All for the better

Nomadic caravan of broken ghosts
Bones scare you blind
Dusty rags beg to be removed
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Crumbler of time
Dissolver of voids
Keeper of gravity
Melter of planets

Juggler of moons
Bender of eons
Obstructor of branches
Underminer of cores

Distorter of life
Tormentor of languages
Enslaver of tribes
Watcher of worlds

Disturber of balance
Hider of truth
Eclipsor of reality
Compressor of light Открыть страницу с текстом

Know your enemy!
I have no pulse and I will never cease
Pour yourself the blindest of stupors
Unsee the ones that died where you're now trapped

Mistaking evil for a wretched life
You demonize yourself
Your maze, your fate should you ever stumble out
Maced in the impeccable caverns of Satan

What is the inner nature
Of someone forest-scared?

No reflections from my hilltop lookout
As I have simply turned my back and left
But the road there can be ugly
You want to try an honest inner drive
In a way, we are all criminals
Roaming hallways full of empty gestures

Mistaking evil for a wretched life
You demonize yourself
Your maze is your fate, only walls to be found
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Sometimes the skies are darker
Than clouds that drift ahead
He saw his final star tonight
Too weak to flee or fight

Only beneath the ground can he shine
Now, you are mine
Within his heart, there's no reply
These are Kevorkian times

Renderings of what might have been
A certain smell in the attic
The branch he swung from, from a child
Same tree, he now will feed

He learnt of snow and Golgotha
Small freedom, marked by chimes
Sky was the limit from these walls
Damned Kevorkian times

I pledged that I no longer will
The aspen leaves adhere
Bow to darkness
Heed the words, you were never here

These are Kevorkian times (These are Kevorkian times) Открыть страницу с текстом

Void commuter
Fences of dregs
Valleys of no manners
Raise the tar-spangled banner

Credulous and uncreative
Even though the odds were even
Discover the land of uncertainty, behave!
Another winter closer to the grave

Last year these pines were not here
Remember when you were wild and restless
You cannot see the forest for the fear
I see you with your stalagmite necklace

While I heard the drumming of woodpeckers resonate
I noticed ants fall from the top of the trees
I was a drone before the drones arrived
Commuters frow, hostile and docile

Last year these pines were not here
Remember when you were wild and restless
You cannot see the forest for the fear
I see you with your stalagmite necklace

You cannot see the forest for the fear
I see you with your stalagmite necklace Открыть страницу с текстом

A lot of foot-kissing in this bible
And bare-faced lying
In a grave with panoramic view
Of well-respected evil

As your soul drags through shallow riverbeds
Welcome to the closed hands of barren banks
Drying out in the caves of apathy
While I am the sea, beneath the sea of the sea

And at last, September appeared in me
Ran down the mountains with the fog
He surely went at great lengths
Bricking up the progress of Fall

Cavedwelling everlasting spectre
It bellows and slurs bloated, confined
But here, the skies they differ every day
They speak to me within their vast array

As your soul drags through shallow riverbeds
Welcome to the closed hands of barren banks

Drying out in caves of apathy
While I am, the sea beneath the seas of the sea

The sea beneath the seas of the sea Открыть страницу с текстом