Lyrics The Hardship of the Scots - Darkthrone

You buy your home
And follow a dream
No politics here
Just self esteem
A heart warms up
To where you feel home
No bastard rule of religion
Soil surrounds the stone
You get nothing for nothing
And souls do not exist
There is a concept of doom
Nature abhors a vacuum
The hardship of the Scots
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You buy your home
And follow a dream
No politics here
Just self esteem
Just self esteem
A heart warms up
To where you feel home
No bastard rule of religion
Soil surrounds the stone