Samhain - The Howl lyrics

there´s a human slaughterhouse
up on the hill
the road is red
and those who ignore
and thoe who pretend
it does not exist
end up in it is hull

my blood goes to work
i hear the howl

there´s a grove of bleached bones
where lupins vomit childrens limbs
taking all their liberties
with parts of human anatomy
and in the hollow of a restless soul
lies no remorse & no disgust
every kill is clean & pure
every thought is cleansed in growls

there´s a grove of tortured forms
where all is dark & deeds´re foul
and those who ignore
and thoes who pretend
that the howl is a joke
their children lie dead

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