Bone, blood, tendons An outgrowth of the carnal form We think, ourselves, as tyrants To shape the world Forge anew this declining earth Truth be in splinters Fire, war, famine and cinders Tomorrow will dawn in the Pliocene Knowledge lost to the wilds Ancients methods to magic Primal fury condemns us all To dark minds and thunder Undead horse named War he rides From cracks of earth new kings will rise Taste of rage in loud mouths maw Warrior ape ready for war Entreating to their psychopathic sides The hounds are coming Knowledge lost to the wilds Ancients methods to magic Primal fury condemns us all To dark minds and thunder The dark clouds tear asunder Lost to the wilds (We are lost to the wilds) Ahh, yeahyea wah waahh Oooh, yea-eah Oh oh oh ooh Waahhhh