Council Of Wolves - Knights of the Abyss

Weaving spiders come not here O tempora O mores behind the doors of trickery

These faceless souls practice their mind control leaving nothing to chance

They guide a world of impotence they watch us all they watch us all who re they

And why have they formed to lead mindless nations who now have no control

Leaders know the coin to be made and everyday becometh closer to slaves they

Will not halt they will never be satisfied insolence impotence this disease will

Never cease this empire is near completion and their ideas are becoming our own

Power they receive from the countless nations who have deceived rise oh ancient

One rise my bohemian son show us your will at last the days of darkness are

Upon us the days are closing in leaders leading lambs to slaughter fear in

Every heart and mind fro the members of this sacro-sanct sanctuary you will

Face resistance a wretched sting so lethal making hairs stand one end

Penetrating from the skin to bone