The Bishops Wolf

Full moon brooding over the earth

Empty prayer now for what it's worth

Band of liars all got something to hide

Heading north, all under the eye

Skin crawling at the sight of the moon

Blood frozen by the reading of ruines

Paranoia starts to eat at your brain

Unholy curse to drive you into the grave

Atone for all your sins now

Wash away all the pain

Make your peace with god now

Before you go insane

Execration on the heads of the nine

Cruel dementia starts to prey on their minds

A plague upon them for the wrong they have done

A malediction in the light of the sun

Leave the city under cover of night

A guilty conscience and a fear of the bite

Savage visions in the dark of the trees

Hear the howling of the wolf on the breeze

Invocation of a suicide pact

Book of tongues decreed there's no going back

Turn to fire for the ashes you crave

Bishops wolf has led the nine to the grave