Howling Lands Songtext
von Inter Arma

We can′t tell
Twelve slim kings
In the third world
Staring their kings

They'll pray to their gods
To calm that which aches
As they dig their way
To the center of hell

Humans want drugs
While young girls dress
Latched with ego
Paid with distress


They′ll pray to their gods
For mercy so sweet
As they dig their way
To the center of hell

Dreams smell fruit
They breathe coffee

They'll howl to their gods
Convinced that they weep
As their chorus is strangled
By the pounding of a drum

We can't tell
Twelve slim kings
In the third world
In the center of hell
The center of hell
The center of hell
The center of hell
The center of hell