music: Nattdal
lyrics: Totalscorn
Blighted are you by all prevarication
Smothered is your grace and faultlessness
By common tongues reviled and misconceived
No pomp amongst them ever achieved
And so opt to elect darkness
Is formidable lack of remorse
For yours is the spirit of siege and strife
For you, there's no more glorious course
I hear echoes of axe and our abiding
-44 Stalingrad inherent in my past
Stained contagions, where they re-invented Syphilis
Their final hour's come, at last.
Beware of undemanding beacons
Its prolific ignorance...
Globalization shedding gleam on unwavering
inconsistencies
A culture made from mockery of a once-so-classical
ideal
Religious renderings serve undisputedly well, in this hell
In the maturation ignited by those crumbling towers of
steel
Panzer trample the sticks and stones of this deck of
cards..
Shroom-clouds for Satan, yeah, banned but booming..
The ones to elect darkness
Redeemed without pathetic remorse
The soul of our Lord of Discord
And by faculty of right all its force |
