I have lain with the lamb
And sang his tender praise on long dark nights
And searched my drawn face long and hard
For a sign of his light
And shoulders to the wheel for the grist of faith
Is manna for the blind
And like a child of Cain without the providence of faith

And joy did come, it rose with the morning sun
Like cold guilty sweat across my brow
And these are the first words that fell upon my lips

I have lain with the wolf
He seeks me out and demands my company
In the corner of a crowded room
With words of madness and water of fire

He whispers, when the demons come
Do you make peace with them, or do you... or do you become one of them?
Do you?

He preaches... he preaches salvation
In the loins of woman

He whispers, when the... When the demons come
Do you make peace with them, or do you become them?
If I give name to my furies

And when the shadow fell upon me, I knew
I was running with the wolf
And it was his eyes I saw staring back
And this I learnt, and this I know
You cannot escape the beast when you wear his mark