Back to Roots (Bonus Track)

[Instrumental intro: Slow, ominous clean‑guitar arpeggios dissolving into crushing doom riff] [Intro: Deep growl chant over tribal toms and droning ambience] The path returns to where I fell, Where lies were born and truth was slain, But now I walk with shadowed wings, A force reborn from ash and pain. [Verse 1: Low gutturals over grinding mid‑tempo chugs] I tread the soil that marked my grave, The earth remembers every scar, But now the ground trembles beneath me, For I return as what they fear. [Chorus: Layered growls with half‑time slam and dissonant chords] Back to roots — where the silence broke me Back to roots — where the shadows woke me Back to roots — I reclaim the name they stole Back to roots — I rise from the fractured soul [Verse 2: Rapid gutturals over blast‑beat surge] The ghosts of accusation whisper, Their hollow voices fade in dust, I crush their echoes underfoot, A storm that rises from the rust. [Chorus: Thunderous gutturals with double‑kick avalanche] Back to roots — where the lies first bound me Back to roots — where the truth unbound me Back to roots — I burn the mask they made Back to roots — I walk through the fire unafraid [Verse 3: Frenzied high‑speed growls with shrieking harmonics] The trees that watched my fall now bow, The wind repeats my newfound roar, I carve my mark into the stone, A testament to what I’ve become. [Chorus: Massive growl stacks over collapsing breakdown] Back to roots — where the storm ignited Back to roots — where the wrongs were righted Back to roots — I reclaim the shattered past Back to roots — I stand unbroken at last [Instrumental solo: Atonal shred with chaotic dive‑bombs and ambient decay] [Verse 4: Deep subterranean growls over slow, crushing doom riff] The soil accepts my final vow, No more chains, no more despair, I plant my truth within this ground, And rise as something forged from air. [Pre‑Bridge: Whisper‑growls over ritual percussion] Roots of pain, Roots of fire, Roots reborn in shadowed ire. [Bridge: Explosive multi‑layered growls over catastrophic breakdown] I face the place that birthed my ruin, I tear the past from bone and dust, I claim the ground that once betrayed me, I rise in power, fierce and just. [Coda: Slow fading growl over droning guitars] Back to where the story started, Back to where the truth was parted. [Outro: Atmospheric distortion fade with distant wind and low growls] Back… to roots.