The Erosion of Oslo - Insense

There’s a Satan

Let there be no doubt

A vile maggot

There’s no way out

Fighting a lost war

The dark frenzy

Of free enterprise

Fuels a fire

That refuses to die

A vile maggot

Real estate undead

Erosion of our capital

The destruction of Oslo

Turn back

Turn away

There’s nothing more to gain

Turn away

Turn away

Servants of the fifth deadly sin

Turn away

This is all there is

There’s nothing after this

Turn away

If this is really it

Then we’ll wait

We will wait

I will honour your demis

With my signature in yellow snow

Like a pntagram around your grave

I will marinate your goddamn remains