Woke up with the wolves at my throat again
I thought they'd gone away
Lift eyelids, confrontation they disperse
And watch me from afar
Watching the clock, fighting to stay awake
My sanity at stake
Is this real? The howling beckons me
To meet my fate
Beating the skin, a shamanic drum
in perfect time all night
So they retreat
Defend my home from these form-shifting shadows
Woke up with the wolves at my throat again
They've found a way into my dreams
Pacing in my room
Smell and taste the fear
Not giving in, fight them off 'til my last breath
On the forthcoming Tombs album "All Empires Fall," the band expands their scope and range, balancing brutal riffs with melancholy melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 29, 2016