Root

I'm at the hidden root of the matter
That is why everything seems to sink so deep
Sitting on the head of Leviathan
Who doesn't know yet of his peril
The snake in Eden has grown too large
It's time we chop his head off
With the hammer of the gods
Mjollnir, thorn on a branch, bane
Of all monsters,
Defender, the Warder of Asgard
has returned at this late hour
To save the day
To whisk the princess away
While the hellhounds bray
From a way far away
The Cotton Dogues of Unadilla
The legend of old Rodeo
is rising with the rumour
of a circus
Red Nick is coming!
To your town, to your tube
Please tune in...
Ladies and Gentlemen,
An old Southern favorite
Oh, I wish