Black Mammoth - Fit For An Autopsy

Fools gold siphoned and sold merchants of death

Dead in spirit now dead in flesh

Fools gold siphoned and sold merchants of death

Dead in spirit now dead in flesh

Born of violent flames landscapes of ashes

The roots soak up the rain burning in acid

The wounds are cauterized and left un bandaged

Wilting beneath a sun withered and damaged

Tragedy reigns forever

Rejoice in masses

The tribe collapses

The mother weeps in her dying breath

Rise from the ashes oh foul Black Mammoth

Dead in spirit now dead in flesh

Tread on sacred terrain envenomed and ravaged

The peace upon the plains seized by the savage

Primitive practices uproot and vanish

Modern barbarians new rite of passage

Rejoice in masses

The tribe collapses

The mother weeps in her dying breath

Rise from the ashes oh foul Black Mammoth

Dead in spirit now dead in flesh

Tragedy reigns forever

Tragedy reigns forever

Tragedy reigns forever