Dissonant - Satyricon

The nihilist trapped

In the corner of his head

Deconstruct and destroy

(This), the pathway out

Of the corner of his head

Troubled, warped and mislead

Blasting through

The winds of misery

Hellbent and broken

My energy, my strength

My given right to march

No deep unvisited

Embrace the twisted

Accursed or not

It’s Dissonant

Flying high

Above the storm

Freight train coming

Hellbent, broken and patched up

The abyss of man

His own worst enemy

Where is the awe?

Ambition stranded on the

Doorstep of hope

Torn down by his (own) shadow

The prince of darkness

(His) distorted patterns

Across the landscape

Dismantling the chord of pain

The longest ride

On the muddy roads of destiny

Behold—it's the nihilist

On the shores of madness

My energy, my strength

My given right to march

Embrace the twisted

It’s dissonance