High On Fire. Live at the Contamination Fest. To Cross the Bridge. Zeneszám

Wandering warlord, tales of horror
Quest and saga snares the batterer
Fallen victim taken capture, wheel of pain
Gives strength to unmastered

Chained and shackled, earthen toil
Made to serve the whips and lashes
Quench your thirst and drink this bottle
Warrior's chains are self inflicted

Laying the steps upon the mountain
Open gates reveal the temple
Quench your thirst and drink this bottle
The warrior's chains are self inflicted

Mirrored armor reflects squalor
A day will come when I will conquer
Take your stand and cross my line
The eye Aleph has seen my kind