Dark Throne - Rust - Sözleri

I come from a land

of systematic erasure of optimism and positiveness

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 armor - 

don't you think I'm watching my back ?!



With rigid cramp or silent fear

I strangle what you hold dear

With rigid cramp or silent fear

evoke addiction; limp; severe

														   

														   



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