Eastern Mills Songtext
von Inherent Doom

Si vis pacem para bellum

In the shadowed realm
Where darkness dwells
Ancient stones, like twisted tongues
They tell of relentless toil and
The cries of man
As grinding stones crush bones to meal

Desolating circle of the void
Not fertile, but withering
Breaking down the essence of persistent
Descent into cruel deeds

Where knowledge defined in metal
Overture of the eastern mills′ gears
Progenies of ignorance
Dreaming for the lights of murkiness


The fortified ancient soils
Embodied by the heritage of insight, refulgence
Pillaged, invaded, raped through perishableness
Misery concealed behind the curtains of the upcoming (incidents)

A horror is soothing through the tunnel of eras
Crackling sparks of rotten horizons, ruins
For the shallow perception of many, burning winds
The winds of demolition blew within

Sounds from the basement
Silt of the eastern lanes

Cries from the crossroads
Silt of the eastern lane

Weeping wise men exiled
Silt of the eastern lane

To unknown lands
And valleys