Interpret:

Darkthrone

Album:

Hate Them

Rust
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