Rumors Of War - High On Fire

Howling tracks of hell they’re coming, black storm on the rise

They fill our temples with their lies

The snakes come slithering

Anarchy

Chaotic hunters rise

Spit in their evil eyes

Stand our ground with hate and fury;

fear that comes will die

Our enemies have come to life

Now they exalt the fiend

Shotgun

Your nightmare’s not a dream

They’ll choke you and your screams

A clashing comes, the haunting presence controlling all that breaths

It’s brought the world down to its knees

The hounds of hell are freed

Desolate

And with their bite, disease

His evil never sleeps

Sacrificing sons and daughters, rolls the war machine

The tyrant fills his destiny

The snakes come slithering

Anarchy

Chaotic hunters rise

Spit in their evil eyes