Dark Towers - Bison b.c.

Dark towers, grave robbers

Dark powers, die slower

Gears turning, souls burning

Hearts breaking

Dark towers, grave diggers

Sick f*ckers, kill lovers

Blood running, flames rising

Death swarming

In the belly of the beast

Bastards bloated form the feast

Walking through this land of death

Are we wasting our last breath

We hear the prophets call

When the profits fall

All will soon be gone