Burial Bliss - Darkthrone

Against these files

You’re necro civilization

The debris he makes

Chapels from the deep call my name

You will not understand

The age of sickness from beyond the wasteland

Breathe in trash clean and natural

I believe you to bask in confusion

Our answer will remain justified

Run, now run around

The circles will not be broken

A death of my own, your necro civilization

The debris he makes alone

Chapels from the deep call my name

Drink the drink clean and natural

I believe you to bask in confusion

Run, now run around

The circles will not be broken