A Shepherd in Wolven Skin

For the mouth of the heretic be blessed
 His silken tongue doth line their ears with gold
 I am the prophesied antithesis of silence
 I breathe the raging winds of old
 Awaken ye spellbound children of the occident
 Beware the one who seeketh to sculpture your will
 Beveiled of face and of reptilian intent
 A herdsman is he to all man's earthly ills
 And lo, fear doth flee as the air
 Hums with the songs of the dead
 Tremors sweep the heartland
 As lips do remember their names
 Serpents of the sickled star
 Silent and virulent
 Servants of the crucifix
 Restless pacifists
 Axioms of abraham
 Spiritual ransom
 May the gnashing of teeth for his treachery be heard!
 May the somniferous in devout ignorance be stirred!
 Unmask the rats
 The swindler lives
 With book in hand
 Of sword he speaks
 Thou art my foeman
 Soon shall the spell be broken
 Thou art death's oathman
 A shepherd in wolven skin
 Cheap is his blood and cryptic his name
 Reigning one-eyed king of the blind
 He be a tyrant and he be a saint
 Cold captor of innocence
 Harken the return of ancient rites
 A synergy of earth and mind ablaze
 Fates scream with urgency in the night
 A storm of steel to grace the break of day