Summon The Hounds - Job For A Cowboy

Summon the servants

That are chained at the throat

By a tarnished chain only devoted

To their prosperous fathers

Fathers!

A grip so tight it bruises the neck

When the beast exhales

The horror’s that settle internally

Galloping toward immoral intent

With the set of bounties

With the set of bounties

On the heads of the righteous

The dismantled bodies

Given back for validation and gratuity

To amuse the gods of fortune

The itching appetite

Grows as these hounds

Unearth the leaders and theive

On the lives of the weak beneath them

Beneath them!

Summon the servants

That are chained at the throat

By a tarnished chain only devoted

To their prosperous fathers

Fathers!

Aggravation dissolves into a joyous laughter

As the oppressors loan vows to benefit the wealthy

And cast down the frail

Hero by hero slaughtered in vain

Assassinations of demigods in secrecy

A never ending pattern to cast down the frail

And throne the elite

Summon the servants that are chained at the throat

By a tarnished chain only devoted

To their prosperous fathers

A grip so tight it bruises the neck

On the heads of the righteous

The dismantled bodies

Given back for validation and gratuity

To amuse the gods of fortune

The itching appetite

Grows as these hounds

When the beast exhales

The horror’s that settle internally

Galloping toward immoral intent

With the set of bounties

On the heads of the righteous

The dismantled bodies

Given back for validation and gratuity

To amuse the gods of fortune

The itching appetite

Grows as these hounds

Unearth these leaders

Hero by hero slaughtered in vain

Assassinations of demigods in secrecy

A never ending pattern to cast down the frail

And throne the elite

And

Throne

The

Elite