Giants of the forest Igneous to my soul Savior or apparist The American gaining control Something horrible is going on In a distant part of the world Hunting, killing, leaving the children Something horrible is going on In a distant part of the world Stop these beasts that should be forbidden Tusks turned into coffins and trinkets These monsters like to grind A keystone species now you were thinking The epitome of all time Something horrible is going on In a distant part of the world Hunting, killing, leaving the children Something horrible is going on In a distant part of the world Stop these beasts that should be forbidden Something horrible is going on In a distant part of the world Hunting, killing, leaving the children Something horrible is going on In a distant part of the world Stop these beasts that should be forbidden