Darkthrone - Rust | Текст песни

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• Darkthrone
• Rust

I come from a land
of systematic erasure of optimism and positivness
You don't want to encourage me

Slowly corroding your fortified norm
Leaving you bitter, grim and sober

With rigid cramp or silent fear
I strangle what you do hold dear
With rigid cramp or silent fear
evoking addiction, limp, severe

It's sin again
Like charcoal on flaming nuns
Consistence unknown like early black metal

We're born without armour –
don't you think I'm watching my back?!

With rigid cramp or silent fear
I strangle what you do hold dear
With rigid cramp or silent fear
Evoking addiction, limp; severe