Venom - Wolverine lyrics
[Venom - Wolverine lyrics]
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
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