Wisdom Of The Dead - Darkthrone

You had Atlantis

You know that now

What can you see

From Valhalla’s heights?

Perceive the glitches

Praise the glaciers

The final remnants

Of our key of greatness

You have the wisdom of the dead

These lesser lights should learn from you

Washed clean by ice

For lust our summers

For souls our winters

Until we die