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album  : Circle The Wagons
groupe : Darkthrone
sortie   : 2010

+ paroles Darkthrone

01- Those Treasures Will Never Befall You
02- Running For Borders
03- I Am The Graves Of The 80s
04- Stylized Corpse
05- Circle The Wagons
06- Black Mountain Totem
07- I Am The Working Class
08- Eyes Burst At Dawn
09- Bränn Inte Slottet

Those Treasures Will Never Befall You

Shaken and stirred in the dungeons!
Why is it you find yourself there ?
Left in the mud - without a torch
(A fruitless endeavour) and no one cares!
...No they don't - ah!

Seen stumbling around in darkness - questioning honours and dreams
Those treasures will never befall you - they're out of reach

Crawling out at the foot of the mountain
Even weaker than when you entered!
- When you have no soul and guidance is none, there's no use in being self-centered!!!
...No it ain't!

Seen stumbling around in the darkness - questioning honours and dreams
(Then) those treasures will never befall you - they're out of reach...
...For you!

Running For Borders

Drowned in stellar dust
We create beginning and end
Crumbles constantly
We know the center of End
Who are you on stage ?

Breathe deeply
Lungs filled with waste
Running for borders
Helpless heart
Pumping fuel, veins splintered
Thoughts divided

Building up chaos
Torn from haven
Answers never come
Floating wisdom

Ancient in its purest form
Gravitate towards center
Visuals fade
This is the realm of power

Stellar detonations
Universe is gloating, hovering
Judge, jury and executioner
Now freeze
Veins injected with time

I Am The Graves Of The 80s

There's too many struggles
There's too many fears
I've hardened my blood now
For so many years!
Uh!

I am the graves of the 80s
I am the risen dead
Destroy their modern metal
And bang your fucking head
Uh!

There's way too much black
And there's too little metal
Dealing with this had me breaking my shackles!

I am the graves of the 80s
I am the risen dead
Destroy their modern metal
And bang your fucking head
Destroy!

United by hatred...
Reborn through hate...

Stylized Corpse

Walk around, like royalty
Just a stylized corpse
Life has reached the end
On the inside

Proud of what you have "achieved"
You'll soon see the truth, I'll show you
Grabbing my tools, I firmly believe
I'm your saviour and icon

Chain you to the wall
Blowtorch literally open your eyes
You feel superior now ?
All you can do, is imagine my world
Let the chipmunks feast on your heart

Oh, this luxury life
All the juices of lies
Doesn't smell like a bowl of fruit
But I am strong and brute

Send you back among the dead
No one will see that you're born again
I'm your saviour, and I made your day
Sleeping in a pool of human debris

Circle The Wagons

You're scanning the landscape...
You feel like a true pioneer
As Romans you conquer
On top of your fear

(Just) hope you awaken in time
And know that you are on my mind
Look over your shoulders - you're blind!
And circle the wagons

20 years later
I take you apart
You're asking - you're asking why ?
I have no heart!

(Just) hope you awaken in time
And know that you are on my mind
Look over your shoulders - you're blind!
And then!
Circle the wagons...

Black Mountain Totem

I am in a mountain cave
The night is playing outside
Seas yonder swim in starlight
Swirling fires grace the plains

There are treasures (the) night can't hide
And within me things no sun can see
This is where I stood my ground
- Opened gates for you and me

For each day that passes
I see more and more
Sometimes the universe opens
(And) the soul cries, hoarse and sore

Still I live for those moments
At least the ancient ones stand by my side
No matter how the human plagues weighs heavy
Night on earth can harbour eternal pride

I Am The Working Class

21 years of minimum wage
Got no problems with manual labour

You stepped up in the 90s, wanna show me how
Well, I don't need no fuckin' favour

I am the working class!
All day
So I don't have to
See your face

I am the working class!
Discipline
The daybreak is when
I begin

I am the working class!
Each day
I bust my bones to
Get paid

I am the working class!
Damn straight
The daily grind is
My fate

Through 7 seas of alcohol
And a jail of dank depression
Well, I turned my back and where are you now ?
...and I've bucked up for that recession
I am the working class!
All day
So I don't have to
See your face

I am the working class!
Discipline
The daybreak is when
I begin

I am the working class!
Each day
I bust my bones to
Get paid

I am the working class!
Damn straight
The daily grind is
My fate

Eyes Burst At Dawn

Struggled to awake for eons, merciless fate
Fingers moving, twisting sickly, silence is broken
Air is dead in this cave, dead as murdered
Only 10 feet crawling to get outside, black night
Hysterical laughter is hammering the stone walls

Ears bleeding... depressed

Overcoming psychical nightmares, starts crawling
Fingers broken, don't fucking care, move on

Outside the air is clean, cold and still
Eyes are open now, to see this dead night
Attacked by sudden fear, unknown constellations
Are threatening from above
Shivering cold, damaged brain, bleeding the blood
Alas, Deathstar is rising, finally to see this place
It gets brighter, hurting my eyes, can I bear this pain ?

As my Deathstar is rising above the hills, my eyes burst
Pain so strong, havocing my head, it's dark again

Bränn Inte Slottet

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