Black Mammoth کے بول

Fools gold, siphoned and sold, merchants of death Dead in spirit, now dead in flesh Born of violent flames, landscapes of ashes The roots soak up the rain, burning in acid The wounds are cauterized, and left un-bandaged Wilting beneath a sun, withered and damaged Tragedy reigns forever Rejoice in masses The tribe collapses The mother weeps in her dying breath Rise from the ashes, oh foul black mammoth Dead in spirit, now dead in flesh Tread on sacred terrain, envenomed and ravaged The peace upon the plain, seized by the savage Primitive practices, uproot and vanish Modern barbarians, new rite of passage Rejoice in the masses The tribe collapses The mother weeps in her dying breath Rise from the ashes, oh foul black mammoth Dead in spirit, now dead in the flesh Tragedy reins forever