Impeccable Caverns Of Satan
Darkthrone
5:34A lot of foot-kissing in this bible And bare-faced lying In a grave with panoramic view Of well-respected evil And at last September appeared in me (IT) Ran down the mountain with the fog He surely went at great lengths Bricking up the progress of fall As your soul drags through shallow riverbeds Welcome to the closed hands of barren banks Drying out in the caves of apathy While I am the sea beneath the seas of the sea Cavedwelling everlasting spectre It bellows and slurs bloated, confined But here, the skies they differ every day They speak to me within their vast array As your soul drags through shallow riverbeds Welcome to the closed hands of barren banks Drying out in the caves of apathy While I am the sea beneath the seas of the sea