Sodden Jackal

Wet fur bares the smell of death
 Sodden cur
 On your heels their fetid breath
 Jackal kings, guardian slaves
 The child is delivered unto the earth
 From the womb of a beast
 With a million parents of the dark
 To guide and serve
 From the blackness they emerge
 Fed on diseased decay
 For their master they must kill
 To guard the gates of hell's conception
 Running you scream in naked fear
 Untold terror
 A scene of evil unbelieved
 Behold the fire
 Fight relentlessly
 Can't give up, we must believe
 Bodies lie in smoldering piles
 Bring cold lips unearthly smiles
 A soul captured was not won
 So revealed the prophecy
 Has the likeness of a man
 It bears the mark of numbers
 Now with the faith and sacred knives
 The time is right
 The beast is destroyed and the light commands
 Triumphant trial