Fear of the Mountain People

The witch is riding
A strange mist is rising
amidst the mountainside
a shadowy man already condemned
has been seen the last few nights
outlined by moonlight
casting a spell so dark
the figure stands with ageless hands
vigalantes
come to kill

Fear of the mountain people rise
protect against the evil

Twisted faces stare
upon a familiar fate
before them stands a holy man
who's beyond the angels grace
cursed by daylight
stalking the starlit night
unholy rasp his soul has left
a reward for his past life

Fear of the mountain people rise
protect against the evil eye
from underground the serpent speaks
impale the corpse while it sleeps
drive it deep

repeat chorus

impale the corpse before it climbs
out into the dead of night
under the mystic sky
the evil speaks