As the pestilence that was Mankind grew bolder So did the forest and it's wrath The God of Dead Roots The God of Dead Roots At the heart of the woods Lies an ancient secret Born of darkness And primeval nature A misanthropic ancient, slumbering horror One that's lived since time immemorial Eldritch druids of the forest arise Deep old ones of moss and stone Begin to summon a god That will make physical their rage Blood and bone anoint it's limbs Emotionless to mankind's cries Gnarled bark splinters in your guts Twisted vines burrow in every orifice Crushing the weak with oaken feet In vain they plea to the ones that they have raped Arise! From the womb of the earth Gaia's genocidal war-fed Creation Soil and flesh are one A demon of Gaia is born Bathing in the blood of man Feeding the starving veins of the earth The God of Dead Roots The God of Dead Roots Forsaken Ancient shamans of the Samhain right Bring for thy forbearers Spellbound beneath a moonlit monolith Imbued with ritual strength