1. ARRIVAL

(Instrumental)


2. THERE WAS A FOREST

Invaders.

Carnage permeates the air,
Drifting embers and clouds of ash.
Severed branches and shattered ecosystems.
Broken bodies drip with pitch,
In the name of endless greed.
Loaded onto trucks,
Turned into row upon row of suburban prisons.
Locking us away from our ancestors.

Our Ancestors.

We wonder why our world is rotting.
False prophets, mainstream conditioning,
And thirst for more and more and more.
There was a forest here long ago.
Now there stands a sea of stumps,
Leading the way into fucking desolation.

We will not have our history stripped from us.
We will not be devoured by the cursed Leviathan.
There was a forest.
And there will be a forest once more.

Once More!


3. PROGRESS

(Instrumental)


4. ISOLATION RITUAL

The drums pound,
The regrets and despairs swirl.
Memories of an ancient time flood our consciousness,
A time we pine for.
Atavism courses through our veins.
Our lifeblood.

Profound hatred for what we've become.

Erase these years of pain and fear,
Technology and slavery.
The drums pound, return to the woods,
And back to ourselves.


5. DISCOURAGEMENT

(Instrumental)


6. THE END OF EXISTENCE

Through the glades and thickets,
Comes the roar of machinery.
The taste of acrid smoke and the smell of avaricious blood.
The last green place will be snuffed,
And Leviathan's victory completed.

Monuments.
Rising from ashen groves and charred stumps.
Rising from oceans of oil and lakes of blood.
Monuments to a culture of excess and enslavement.

Ahead lies Ragnarok.
Our march to a new world will not stop,
Until the flesh is hacked from our bodies,
And our bones turn to dust.
Existence may end, but our dreams will remain.
The new seeds of the earth will carry on our memory.

My soul will take flight on the immortal wind,
The spirits of the dreamers ever remembered,
In the songs of our children.


7. UNCERTAIN FUTURE

(Instrumental)