Risin' Sabotage - Worshiping the Beast (Non-electric live) (Live)

The lights are falling
The moon is full
Black figure stands in trees
It's the Prophet of doom
Eyes glitter in the dark
These trees are flushed with spark
The reason he came tonight
He's playing with your mind

He is the woods
The fingers roots
Image from mists
Known for decades
Red vines his veins with sharp black leaves
Got you enswathed
Dragging to his cave. Grave!

The prophet or the wizard
It's up to you
This place is home of druids
All tales and myths are true
Here's hundred candles burning
He's doomsday priest
Life sacrificed in mountains
Worshiping the beast

Written by:
Viktor Panchishko, Valery Skorzhenko, Igor Nediuzhyi

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