Lyrics
Sad schemes of a dying breed
A grand imperial design
You call the wolves to gather
But what cattle meet your cry?
It comes for thee
It comes for thee and thine
Fair Lucifer! You falter, sad relic
In haunting dreams pursued
A howling at the gates
A wailing din before the purple dawn
The questing beast marauds
A Grendel to your Hroth?
Oh, but you know
What the shadows enfold
It comes for thee
It comes for thee and thine
Fair Lucifer! You falter, sad relic
And don't you know
Our sins shall be our own
Bear witness, pale prince
To the devil in all things
But don't you know
The shadows seep and seethe?
In their bounty exceed
The devil in all things
The lamb lies bleating
Wearing your crown
