DESCRIPTION:
Iksrog - Vocals, Keys, Lyrics
Naazakh - Guitars, Drums, Vocals

Lyrics:
Forest Troll - Chanting Anthems Across The Realm

Smell the ashes that you left
You filthy human being
Why do you cut everything you go trough
Driven by ideas and emotions
For this god of yours
You see yourselves as builders and creators
I see in you destroyers and marauders
You are blinded by your greed
You care of nothing but yourselves
Your words are poison and your mind is corrupt
You have no desire to stop
Until there's nothing left
You multiply and spread
No force can stop you
You burn and cut the forests
To create weapons and roads
You spread and fight your kin
To control more of this world

You sicken me!

But I value nature, more than I care for myseeeeelf
Every night I stare at the skies and search for my gods
Are they real or just a myth of my folk
No one can tell
But what I worship most is nature itself
Perfection and balance, simple and pure
A manifest of the beauty and the mistycal

Gone out of this world
In a state of sorrow
Obscure toughts are born
Praising the Almighty Tree
Worship the idols of old
Memorise the stars in the night sky
Stare at the growing plague
Curse them for being alive
I fall on my knees and spread
Praising the Almighty Tree


Spread the seed of hate
Among the beasts and the spirits
May you all suffer in agonizing pain
The same that you brought upon me
May you die in your own filth
Among your desolated ideology
May you rot beside your god
Among your cut children
May your horrid screams
Orchestrate your fall
May your whores dance with your demons
May your soul rest in burning gleeds
As I rape your mind with curses
I'll drag your bodies to the pit
May your horrid screams
Orchestrate your fall
May your whores dance with your demons
May your soul rest in burning gleeds
As I rape your mind with curses
I'll drag your bodies to the pit
May your guts be the food
For the ones you've slaughtered
May your children turn into soil
And your whores into bones
May your guts be the food
For the ones you slaughtered
May your children turn into soil
And your whores into bones

Oh I spit on you!
You foul creatures of lies!

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Special thanks to Tzvetan Petkov, Bambi Nikiforov, Dimitar Jelev, Plamen "Shu" Dimitrov.