Roots is diging in surface of Mother Earth, wind is giving cold breathing to forest.
In the dusk you cant hear danger, that hidden in the heart of this living bastion.
His alive! He wants offerings, awaits your worship. He is God!!!

This is your blood run to his ground and inflate with strength, passion and primitive hate.

Embrace by branches and roots lifeless bodies, hi is reveling his might and ruthless.
Became the lair for disgusting beasts, long before appearance of human race.

Hi spiks fear and gives rise the old legends, gives life, guards and curses, and condemns to death.

To fires tongues the mighty spawn of nature will conquer.
In the blast of his breathing is coming freshing rushs or stinking rottenness.
Might of Earth, clear of water - its nature - breathing of his womb.

Make one step to the edge of chasm...

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