Old Star - Darkthrone

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

Mankind dies

Dies