Naturalistic Cults lyrics

Old vegetable blood… awaken Flowing through the veins of the sacrificial forest Ornamented with horns Awaken next to the wolf and the hammer They won't ever master our wild symphony On the magenta throne of spiritual sacrifice Old hands makes beverage out of wisdom The bloody herbs of revenge In the cauldron of times Brilliant secrets of vegetable kingdoms Lies written from fear Are like the cold dream mandrake The torture of its faith is the sign of our rebellion Through naturalistic cults We won't fall into oblivion… We won't burn on the bonfire of the terrible traitor...