Satyricon The Sign Of The Trident
Axis of faith
Raw, and untamed in spirit
To do and undo...
We chew this world
And Spit it out
Opinions rise and opinions fall
At the end of days
The trident stands tall
With limitless range
Illuminates all
Answers to no one
Certain and bold
It makes us
Stick to the cause
The wear and tear
Of agony stretched
It makes us...
It makes us stick to the cause
The dustcloud left
From a charging bull
Broken bones and bridges burnt
f..ck them all - It never stops
The Sign of the Trident
Stands paramount, eternal and tall
With tears in our eyes
Above them all
Answers to no one
Certain and bold
It makes us
Stick to the cause
The wear and tear
Of agony stretched
It makes us...
It makes us stick to the cause
Nothing, no nothing can challange this call
Larger than life, soul and sound
Of undying tribal war
The cracking whip
Held by and iron fist
Determined and loyal
A constellation of bright shining stars
Answers to no one
Certain and bold
It makes us
Stick to the cause
The wear and tear
Of agony stretched
It makes us...
It makes us stick to the cause
