Bolzer 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