Entranced By the Wolfshook

His tongue conjured up fire
 In hearts of hope that did smolder
 With words as clear as the wind
 Blades sprang from ashes again
 Dance!
 Sermon of the crooked cross
 The pulpits rock with death
 Chaos deafening
 Sure-footed might-machine
 Dance floors of human flesh
 Syncopated until the end
 His dagger like eyes
 Left you limp in their stead
 Blood! Weak is the pride in your veins
 Master! Gives your fear a face that you can hate
 Iron! Is the solution to the problem
 Slave! Is what you are, confirmed in unison
 Entranced by the wolfsHypnotized by blood
 Condemned to the wolfsAccomplice in blood
 His psalms emanate power
 Beset with lightning and thunder
 As you slip into trance
 You swear allegiance to dance