I will fight
To my death
To save the forest
To save my home
Oh God
Ancient God
Oh Ancient God of
Hate and Rage
Give me
The Power
To peel the flesh
From their bones
Burn down
Their homes
And grind their bones
Into the soil
I'll get
Revenge for what they've done
To the Gods
And to the land
This
This machine
This machine feeds on
Broken dreams
I have
But one soul
A spirit dreamt
But never born
Their blood
Is black
And fueled by strains of
Their disease
Running through the trees
Iron ball in his body
Foaming at the mouth
Demon curse be expelled