Forest King (исполнитель: 3 Inches of Blood)
Knee deep in the dead of their kind They carry on without seeming to mind Feed off their flesh, larger they grow Persevere through ice, wind and snow When metal [bad word] crashing through the under [bad word] Through old majestic growth To defend itself the forest [bad word] to life Encroachment against [bad word] root breaking stone Rise up feed off the dead Towering giants fill you with dread Avenge the axe, avenge the blade Cleansing all the parasites green shadow cast upon the world Pushed to the brink the trees reclaim what is theirs Collapse tall buildings for the survival of their kind [bad word] for every cut that you've made Feed off the dead, fill you with dread [bad word] Above their heads shine the stars of the night Rising up to the dark through the light Mighty giants, standing arm to arm Warriors march forward, sound the alarm Rise up Born of the earth, more armies advance The forest kind will reign Overtaking cities with branches they ensnare Pushing the human race back a million years The earth grows quiet all plant life will dominate again When every [bad word] falls you'll know the forest is king