Entranced By the Wolfshook - Bölzer

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