Gm
Fools gold, siphoned and sold, merchants of death
Dead in spirit, now dead in flesh
Gm
Fools gold, siphoned and sold, merchants of death
Dead in spirit, now dead in flesh

Gm
Born of violent flames, landscapes of ashes
The roots soak up the rain, 
Gm
burning in acid
Gm
The wounds are cauterized, and left un-bandaged
Wilting beneath a sun, withered and damaged
Gm
Tragedy reigns forever

Gm
Rejoice in masses
Gm
The tribe collapses
Gm          A             A#           
The mother weeps in her dying breath
               Gm                   Gm
Rise from the ashes, oh foul Black Mammoth
Gm
Dead in spirit, now dead in flesh

Gm
Tread on sacred terrain, envenomed and ravaged
Gm
The peace upon the plains, seized by the savage
Gm
Primitive practices, uproot and vanish
Gm
Modern barbarians, new rite of passage

Gm
Rejoice in masses
Gm
The tribe collapses
Gm          A             A#           
The mother weeps in her dying breath
               Gm                   Gm
Rise from the ashes, oh foul Black Mammoth
Gm
Dead in spirit, now dead in flesh
Gm
Tragedy reigns forever
Gm
Tragedy reigns forever
Gm
Tragedy reigns forever