come back to the pack
come back to the kill
come back to your home
come back home
come back to the isle of dogs
come back to the rut, and the lust
come back to the warren, and the wood, and the light through the dust
come back to the air that is ripe with anticipation
pregnant with the thrill of the hunt
come back to your home
come back home
come back to the isle of dogs
come back to the dewer
come stalk the moors
and haunted forest floors
come back to the cemetery gates
each hound upon his mountain
never again be shouting
for rumbling in your throat is the very thing that grates
the paltry souls of men
come guard the the scales
by the side of your true god
come back home
come back home
come back to the isle of dogs.
Vocals: haunted, and subversive. Guitars: splintered shrieks. Drum machine: grim, unrelenting nausea. Visceral noise, with a hook that gets stuck in in your throat. Just try spitting them out. Stranger Killings
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