Lain With The Wolf Lyrics - Primordial

I have lain wth the lamb 

Sang his tender praise on long dark nights 

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 

Like a child of Cain without the providence of truth 

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 become one 

of them? Do you? 

If I give name to my furies, can you name them? 

He preaches salvation in the loins of women 

And the black sciences