Wear the Skin
The enemy hangs on the sacred tree
I pull the rope
The enemy lies inside the circle
I stand solemnly
The enemy is skinned in one piece
I hold the knife
The enemy powers are in me
I’m the enemy
The acolyte of pain has become the Dark Priest
I’m the awaken in a sleeping world
The hungry wolf among mindless sheeps
The pure force ravaging the habits of days old
By the force of numbers they try to set my path
I have the clear truth which they call sin
But they fearfully take two steps back
…As I wear the Skin…
“Wear the Skin”
António Eryx Santos
00:43/19-05-2009
Maiorga