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