Lain with the Wolf

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

Shoulders to the wheel for the grist of faith

Is manna for the blind

And like a child of Cain

Without the providence of fate

And joy did come

It rose with the morning sun

Like cold guilty sweat across my brow

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 women

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