Dead Early - Darkthrone

I got the chance

On a silver plate

To do things right, to do things straight

The worlds are clear to me

I’m not going to last

Deep is the lake of thoughts

Onlookers stare like apes

Tangled in a web of lies

Energy constantly rotating

Reaching my end

This starry night

I’m shooting silverplates

Applauding apes

Send me to the depht of space