Tekster:
Darkthrone Circle The Wagons

: Shaken and stirred in the dungeons! Why is it you find yourself there? Left in the mud - without a torch (a fruitless endeavour) and no one cares! ...

: Walk around, like royalty Just a stylized corpse Life has reached the end On the inside Proud of what you have "achieved" You'll soon see the truth

: Struggled to awake for eons, merciless fate Fingers moving, twisting sickly, silence is broken Air is dead in this cave, dead as murdered Only 10 feet

: There's too many struggles There's too many fears I've hardened my blood now For so many years! Uh! I am the graves of the 80s I am the risen dead

I am in a mountain cave The night is playing outside Seas yonder swim in starlight Swirling fires grace the plains There are treasures (the) night can

Struggled to awake for eons, merciless fate Fingers moving, twisting sickly, silence is broken Air is dead in this cave, dead as murdered Only 10 feet

21 years of minimum wage Got no problems with manual labour You stepped up in the 90s, wanna show me how Well, I don't need no fuckin' favour [refrain

Walk around, like royalty Just a stylized corpse Life has reached the end On the inside Proud of what you have "achieved" You'll soon see the truth,

top of your fear (just) hope you awaken in time And know that you are on my mind Look over your shoulders - you're blind! And circle the wagons 20 years