Beasts high atop Drab slag heaps Hammer their drums Stirring their keeps "And they'll pray to their Gods To calm that which aches As they dig their way To the center of Hell" Hubris-wrought flocks Toil under duress Fleshed with ego Tamed with distress "And they'll pray to their Gods For a mercy so sweet As they dig their way To the center of Hell" The flock toils The beasts oversee "They'll howl for their Gods Convinced they'll pay heed As their chorus is strangled By the pounding of the drums" Beasts high atop Drab slag heaps Will hammer their drums Into the center of Hell.