Alp Man - Darkthrone

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 edge

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