Primordial - Lain With The Wolf

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 When the shadow fell upon me I knew I was running with the wolf And it was his eyes I saw staring back And this I learnt and this I know You cannot escape the beast when you wear his mark