Koldbrann - Drammen

Municipal gray haze, pitch dark November
Enclosed landscapes at the end of the tunnel
On bare ground, in search of a direction
A mutilated chance to life

The one, and the fifty-four thousand
one selfsame cobblestone and concrete
Sleepwalkers of the civil tyranny
in repeating patterns, drifting past

Dreams put on hold
The broken mirror, river of solitude
Suburban cold colossuses
shine like a mausoleum

Self-imposed isolation
Away from the bloodlet streets
With all escape routes shut
Grønland thirty-six

Lead me against the current
to the shores of the dark side
to the secrets of Landfall
Let's go down to the dark chambers
and never again be found

Into the Castle from Drammen

Cut to the bone
A stench of mildew and pudendum
Torn from sound thought
in bad intoxication and bad mood

Of free will, in free decay
Let's give way to the art
Uholy stimuli, arsonist of hate
Prescribed destruction

With all innocence scattered
With narrow-minded metal out of touch with time
With obscure riffs from hell
chiseled out by the Beast within us