Howling Lands - Inter Arma

Beasts high atop

Drab slag heaps

Hammer their drums

Stirring their keeps

«And they’ll pray to their gods

To calm that which aches

As they dig their way

To the center of hell»

Hubris-wrought flocks

Toil under duress

Fleshed with ego

Tamed with distress

«And they’ll pray to their gods

For a mercy so sweet

As they dig their way

To the center of Hell»

The flock toils, the beasts oversee

«They'll howl for their gods

Convinced they’ll pay heed

As their chorus is strangled

By the pounding of the drums»

Beasts high atop

Drab slag heaps

Will hammer their drums

Into the center of hell

The center of hell

The center of hell

The center of hell

The center of hell