Drowning Dog - High On Fire

The worship of inferae tombs

A communion of sycophants

How long is the line to our doom

Deceivers and lying chants

And goddamn you

You’re the shadows of men

And goddamn you

For it’s kill or be killed in the end

The numbers crossed lines in the sand

The pools of human rats

Their tails are twisted and tied

Eat of thy poison divine

And goddamn you

You’re the shadows of men

And goddamn you

For it’s kill or be killed in the end

And goddamn you

You’re the shadows of men

And goddamn you

For it’s kill or be killed in the end

The torturer slowly brought doom

Irreverent the ingrate laughed

Mendacious and full of black rants

Dark grins and knives in backs

And goddamn you

You’re the shadows of men

And goddamn you

For it’s kill or be killed in the end

Take what is given to you

Death surrounds you

Stuck low with souls for the moon

Death surrounds you

Black garbs, the hosting of two

Death surrounds you

Take what is given to you

Death surrounds you

Take what is given to you

Death surrounds you

Stuck low with souls for the moon

Death surrounds you

Death surrounds you

Death surrounds you

Death surrounds you

Death surrounds you