Teksty: The Final Burden. The Mammoth Walks.

Crush the mother fucker
Crushing down from upon the hill
The millions wait for their chance to obtain their gold
Breaking their oaths one by one
They tumble battered and broken
They lay waste at the bottom one by one
To kill them all
Would be an achievement of immense proportions
Only the greatest of beings would kill and break the worth
Walking the tundra dismantling all that lay before him
This mammoth walks crushing your entire being
I am the way to the promised land
I will spawn the storm, spawn the storm
Create the collapse
Forge the ruin
Father the failure
It is said that you have no way of understanding his walk
To convey we are deceived by our own actions