Слова:
Darkthrone Hate Them

: Ytterst i livet Geleider av fordervede faddere Klorer seg fast i horder av falske profeter Kynisk propaganda Over forkroplede sinn Oppvigleri og forledelse

: Striving for a piece of Lucifer Don't you know it can never be digested ? I've noticed a (certain) lack of demons lately And it really worries me sick

: Sinking deeper into the fabric Investing more in the movement Facing east Skin 'em alive Scar tissued shadows Grease factories for weapons Black

Divided we stand Knucklescraping pain Unlocked and insecure To be all open wounds Down there I see you No no, further Feebly twinkling Stellar filth

Stripping on twisted knives in miscreation Norway be my grave Increasingly insecure Combine with stagnant joy Half my life in your name Fucked up and

Striving for a piece of Lucifer Don't you know it can never be digested ? I've noticed a (certain) lack of demons lately And it really worries me sick

Ytterst i livet Geleider av fordervede faddere Klorer seg fast i horder av falske profeter Kynisk propaganda Over forkroplede sinn Oppvigleri og forledelse