I muffle your inner choir
Rehearsing twisted screams
Level the jesters dream
Numbing your live wire

Click your shit boots together
We are not in hell anymore
In the land of the blind
The one eyed man is dead

Stew hack disagree
Brew the divine sweat
Eat the forest alive you unman
Pollute the entrails

Click your shit boots together
We are not in hell anymore
In the land of the blind
The one eyed man is dead

You buy your home
And follow a dream
No politics here
Just self esteem

A heart warms up
To where you feel home
No bastard rule of religion
Soil surrounds the stone

You get nothing for nothing
And souls do not exist
There is a concept of doom
Nature abhors a vacuum
The hardship of the Scots

Der, Ved evighetens Utkikkspost
The old star dies for us all
An equator of tragedy
Stick out your fistfuls of hope

And out there in the fringes
The caravans are going in loops
Oblivious to the old star
While atlas cringes

Juggle your fears in the shadows
Of altars to the diminishing beacon
No need to circle those wagons, even
The fingerless marble play ensues

And out there in the fringes
The caravans are going in loop
Oblivious to the old star
While atlas cringes

Paying for forests you separated
Atoning for hiding the rivers
Mankind dies
In a shroud of introvert mumbling

Half-hearted black-hearted rams
Interstellar fugitives
Doing their bit for the universal dam
Coined is the black metal prairie

Sharing your weapons
Will it lead to its dullness
Will you buy better ones?
Will they be forlorn?

Will you need a receipt, bounty hunter?
Your trade eventually took you to Swiss alps
Carefree void of everything, then might
High watcher; inner fear of scalping edges

This and these
Tear jerking calamities
Stuffed tightly with earth-like fears
Solemn shit no one hears

Prairie seems like a good choice now
The crimson sky is the limit
Although chances ahead are scarce
The racket is rigged as you die

Too old to wring the secret from the master
The well you encountered as a child
Merely acknowledging the beacon now
And now you are not well any longer

So this is the pact of the gloat
Double hell for all
All to repair and one to watch
No freedom in these domains

Hail the Satan
Sinister duke of gloat
Wrap up the wretched fates
Intriguing eternal laughter

Encyclopedias
Of endless futile life toils
Shrapnel wounds
From shattered inner gargoyles

So this is the pact of the gloat
Brave beating hearts, But
All must repair while one beholds
No freedom in these domains

The key is inside the wall
Every wall. Every way
Every minute. You don't understand
Dying reveals the wish

Wishing is the beyond
A seance is beyond
Talk to the four keys
Lock yourself in

Confused isolation heroics
Chilled concern fragments
Morbid kaleidoscope draws you in
Stigmata of Satan pulls you out

Downbeaten souls, bowed heads
Competence of guardians impotent
Glorious idiots of the flesh
Stake out the danger in our heads

Walk free but mind your fingers
Thought you would fly away with Satan
Fingers able. Just stumps now
The key is inside the wall