The Elder Tree Pyre

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!