Nazareth Lyrics

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