Ex foris

quoting Nessari, Illúbequía, Seattle, Cascadia:

Which mountain are you sleeping under?

Vesuvius...

one day i will rise again

prepare yourself

I hear the ravens' call
I hear the sound of drums
tarantantan to all
tarantantan to all
the day and hour comes.

The choir of murder sings,
and heralds falling night
the iron music rings
the iron music rings
so loud and wroth and bright.

Farewell, farewell, farewell,
I hope you all can hear:
I'll see you all in Hell,
I'll see you all in Hell,
the end is here,
the end is here.