Beneath a mystical moon
And in the spirit of Gaia infuriated
Incantations are spoken
A desire to revive the lost
May all the pagan entities
Contemplate, heed the warnings
To the cause of righteous battle
Against the curse of the void
Ancient words and verses
Forged with the blood of dedication
For those whose sight shall see
Through deceit of misconceptions
The only faith remaining
Just one thing left to believe
Is the truth that is denied by most:
The Green Apocalypse is looming
Touch the bark and grab the soil
Illiterate but sk**ed survivalist
Preserving heathen values
Society opposed, yet compelled to join in
There, where minds are poisoned
Spirits are burdened by vulgar lead
The weight endarkens mine
But I shall rise above
Destruction is imminent
Humanity saturated to the brink of insanity
Many must die
A new world shall respawn
I am the one awaiting
I am the one to say
I am the unfolding
I am the Imminent