It pulses, it breaths, it moves...
It watches at you and searches for you...
It whispers at your ears... And makes you dream...
And you can hear its heart-beat...
Its alive!
Im the root... The root of Carpathia
Im the root... The root of Madness
Im the ink to write your Necronomicon
I'm the prayer... to enslave your demons
Im the blood that makes you free
Im the root... the root... the root...
AT NORTH
ZUMUORSOBET, NOIJM, ZAVAXO!!!
AT EAST
QUEAHIJ, ABAWO, NOQUETONAIJI!!!
AT SOUTH
OSAIJ, WURAM, THEFOTOSON!!!
AT WEST
ZIJORONAIFWETHO, MUGELTHOR, MULGETHOR-YZX!!!
It tells, it speaks, it rises the damnation
Listen to its stories:
They can be short of neverending,
Always new and always old,
Always the same and always different
Close your eyes, close your mouth...
Also in silence and in blindness you will find it in you
Its in you...its in you... its in you...
And so, in its many forms and groups such as prose and poetry
Story or comments,
We are devoted to it...
To the pleasure of the sound it produces
To its existance that describes a moment
What beats, breathes, moves, we watch...
Im the root... The root of Carpathia
Im the root... The root of Madness
Im the ink to write your Necronomicon
I'm the prayer... to enslave your demons
Im the blood that makes you free
Im the root... the root... the root...
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
