IN THE WAKE OF THE WOLF

Sol Invictus / Wakeford

I see demons, I see fires,
I see saints, and I see spires
I see god and I see heaven
I throw a six and then a seven
In the wake of the wolf,
Witless hordes rush in.
In the wake of the wolf,
Witless hordes rush in.
I see lovers on funeral pyres
Smoking chimneys and bare faced liars
I see gold and I see lead
I see the living I see the dead
In the wake of the wolf,
Witless hordes rush in.
In the wake of the wolf,
Witless hordes rush in.
I kiss your lips, I stroke your hair
An angels face with a serpents stare
I hear a voice, it starts to sing
Then flapping wings and the screams begin
In the wake of the wolf,
Witless hordes rush in.
In the wake of the wolf,
Witless hordes rush in.