A Shepherd in Wolven Skin - Bölzer

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