inter arma howling lands şarkı sözleri
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.
