Lupus in altari

Sanctum tormentum et lupus in nocte Sanguis et dogma in omnia voce Maledictum cruentum cavum et crudele Maledictum cruentum corpus et fidele By daylight they carry the cross and the shroud They poison the weak and they preach to the crowd In robes of white linen with bended wet knees They pray to the heavens to hide their disease But under the altar where silver turns black The hunger of centuries starts to attack Their vestments are shredded the wolf god is born And mercy is slain by the hunters of scorn The lines of the scripture are written in mud The chalice is leaking with innocent blood They serve the creator with tooth and with claw For sin is the shadow of heavenly law Sacrilege sacrilege praise the divine Holiness dies in the blood and the wine Lupus in fabula lord of the pack Tearing the flesh on the desolate track Scream out the gospel the wolves are awake Sins are washed white for the heresy s sake I saw how their bishop was howling a prayer With blood on the icons and death in the air No silver can pierce through their sanctified skin For they claim that the maker baptized their dark sin They purge the heretics they drink of their breath An order of monsters delivering death By sunrise they cover their claws in the dust And crawl to the pews with their absolute trust Sanctum tormentum Lupus in altari Amen