Black God Forest Songtext
von Those Poor Bastards

Servants of the goat
Riders of the worm
To the ether deep
We must now return
Papa flap your wings
Daughter eat your tail
Call upon the swine
Be prepared to fail

Worship, we worship
Worship, we worship
Black! God! Forest!
Black! God! Forest!


Leeches of the light
Eaters of the blind
Chew the blasphemers
Nature be unkind
Blow, blow, tornado
Ice and snow and rain
Conjure up a storm
Suffocate the brain

Worship, we worship
Worship, we worship
Black! God! Forest!
Black! God! Forest!

Shadows growing
Shadows growing
Help us!
Shadows growing
Shadows growing
Help us!

Locust of the pit
Apache in the tomb
Spawn your evil root
Let thy sickness bloom
Holy sweet decay
Bird on window smashed
Nowhere else to go
Coming home at last


Worship, we worship
Worship, we worship
Black! God! Forest!
Black! God! Forest!

Shadows growing
Shadows growing
Help us!
Shadows growing
Shadows growing
Help us!