Testo di 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 hull My blood goes to work I hear the howl There is a grove of bleached bones Where lupins vomit children´s limbs Taking all their liberties With parts of human anatomy And 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, yeah There 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 dead My blood goes to work I hear the howl And 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 bloodjust 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 hull) 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 And then my blood just goes to work And then I hear the howl