The Howl

There is a human slaughterhouse

Up on the hill, the road is red

And those who ignore

And those who pretend

It does not exist

End up in its hallMy blood goes to work

I hear the howlThere is a grove of bleached bones

Where lupins vomit children's limbs

Taking all their liberties

With parts of human anatomyAnd in the hollow of a restless soul

Lies no remorse and no disgust

Every kill is clean and pure

Every thought is cleansed in growls, yeahThere is a grove of tortured forms

Where all is dark and deeds are foul

And those who ignore

And those who pretend

That the howl is a joke

Their children lie deadMy blood goes to work

I hear the howlAnd then my blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

(There is a human slaughterhouse

Up on the hill

The road is red)And then my blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

(And those who ignore

And those who pretend

It does not exist

End up in its hall)And then my blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

Blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

Blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

Blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

And then my blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl