ترانه:
High On Fire Rumors Of War

Howling tracks of hell track coming Black storm on the rise They fill out temples with their lies The snakes come slithering Anarchy, chaotic hunters

fakes will disappear The flavor in your ear is strong like everclear 200 proofs will put the match to the roof And set this bitch on fire, get rich to

money and murder Gentleman talk, ball like Atlanta Hawk No respect, this on the stacks of the court I started off in the street thing, triple it's on [

There's a rumor goin' 'round on the backside of town Jake is out to get some revenge Has fire in his eyes since his brother died Shot down by a so-called

and murder Gentleman talk, ball like Atlanta Hawk No respect, this on the stacks of the court I started off in the street thing, triple it's on [Chorus