Текст песни The Mine - The Ruins Of Beverast

The Mine

Until these tunnels\nShall become our grave\nWe dwell with the poets\nThe eerie echoes\nOf shameful choirs\nHowl deep within here\nSounds of harm\nFrom where the stillborn graze\nStanding armed without a strategy\nIn a war\nThat never should have been declared\nEyes adapted to perpetual dawn\nThe trembling march of the offensive pack\nWith the bark of the hounds\nOur final rhyme shall be composed\nWe await this, our time\nWhen the foul screams of agony\nWill sound through the mine.