Climbing the mountain
We climb the mountain high
Under the cloak of
Under the cloak of night
Leeching the poison
Leeching the poison out
Chanting the hyms of purification
Climbing the mountain
We climb the mountain high
Under the cloak of
Under the cloak of night
I see the Devil in you
Gnarled, black, twisted roots
I see the Devil in you
Gnawing, demon, breaking loose
I see the Devil in me
There can be no doubt
The only way to cleanse my soul
I gotta smoke him out
Tie em up... at The Elder Tree!
Light em up... at the Elder Tree!
Watch em burn... at The Elder Tree!
At The Elder Tree!
