Apey & The Pea - Nazareth dalszöveg

Roaming through rust, eating them skies 
Must be a worship, master of time 
Rats on thee cryptic, a chosen prevails 
I must leave this mortal myself, vengeance is dying 

Fire the skulls moon-worm, driven to sunshine 

As far as it gets, someone to blame 
Fools of your worship, master in vein 
Lean on the cockpit, a chosen prevails 
I must leave this mortal myself, and those who prevail.. 

Fire the skulls moon worm, driven to sunshine