The Summer Drones - Inter Arma

Here, where the sun blooms with no respite

Crooked men and vagabonds seek the holiness of silence

We’ve spent a spell drifting on paths bygone

Where our voices wane against the breath of Gods

The summer drones

Here, where the spirit is purged of all earthly trespass

Crooked men and vagabonds desire a most desolate peace

But we’ll tread on, through a season unchanged

Across barren expanse to the high desert plain

Where we’ll accept our fate and take our rightful place

Among the devils and thieves nailed to the Joshua trees

The summer drones on