Wolverine

Deep in the dark of the forest came calls of sound from the wolverine As they danced their wicked dance round the fire in a dead trance Raising the chalice to the night darkly seek to their own delight Sacrifice to the only son saving blood sip it one by one Cleansing the altar awaiting the prize the virgin clad whiter than snow Holding the mass and presenting the cross pointed inverted below Doubles the blade in the cold and blessed night holds it above to be marked Hammering down in the soft flesh below ripping and tearing the heart Oh lord of this limbionic state take the prize we deliver to the gate Cloven the demons cloak ascends from the earth this being never ends As they fall to their knees and prey as the night reimburse the day Colder than any mortal thing his hands stretch to infinity All encompassing the flock there's no life in here any more Deeper than hades he brings to his side the man who presented the mass Questioning nothing the high priest is drawn kneels to his master's request Talking his left hand and passing it slow he ponders the mortal before Swiftly he moves and faster than hell he tears out this lunatics soul Oh lord of this limbionic state take the prize we deliver to the gate Cleansing the altar awaiting the prize the virgin clad whiter than snow Holding the mass and presenting the cross pointed inverted below Doubles the blade in the cold and blessed night holds it above to be marked Hammering down in the soft flesh below ripping and tearing the heart Oh lord of this limbionic state take this prize we deliver to the gate Deep in the dark of the forest came calls of sound from the wolverine