The Talisman

Life will flash before thine eyes, the fear will start to grow

It should come as no surprise, the darkness always knows

Ancient shrines inscribed in stone, the powers are bestowed

The dagger points to the black sun, spirits to behold

The blood of the sacred, the tears of a fool

Night of the wolf, a world of skin and bones

We are the mark of the hand of our maker

Night of the wolf, break the spell from the left hand path

The poison tongue of our lord's command

Whispers from the underworld, beneath the forest floor

Protected by the talisman, legend and folklore

The blood of the sacred, the tears of a fool

Night of the wolf, a world of skin and bones

We are the mark of the hand of our maker

Night of the wolf, break the spell from the left hand path

The poison tongue of our lord's command

Sky will turn to black, rain will turn to blood

Night will bury your children, plague of one and all

Beast of man transformed as one, scars carved into souls

The scourge of demons has begun, under a full moon

The blood of the sacred, the tears of a fool

Night of the wolf, a world of skin and bones

We are the mark of the hand of our maker

Night of the wolf, break the spell from the left hand path

The poison tongue of our lord's command