The foolish sheep follow the path of the she-wolf
Preparing for a future that doesn’t exist
Time doesn’t lie like the flowers on her grave

The shepherd who calls to the flock of lost sheep
Is the man who will slaughter the lambs of the herd

Life is a bomb set to detonate suddenly
The blood of the weary will rain from the sky
Her eyes will cry ink-tears that stain the earth black

The martyr who dies for the sins of the wicked
Will lead the apocalypse by Satan’s side

The children of sorrow shall rise from the ashes
A blanket of tears shall descend down below
The dark in the light has emerged from its hiding

The innocent child who smiles so sweetly
Grins at the sight of Mother’s blood on her hands

The manger’s on fire, ablaze in the night
The ashes fall softly and burn children’s eyes
Catch one on your tongue to remember the pain

The shepherd who calls to the flock of lost sheep
Is the man who will slaughter the lambs of the herd

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