Wolverine Lyrics - Collection - Venom

Deep in the dark of the forest came calls of sound from the wolverine 

As they danced their wicked dance round the fire in a dead trance 

Raising the chalice to the night darkly seek to their own delight 

Sacrifice to the only son saving blood sip it one by one 

Cleansing the altar awaiting the prize the virgin clad whiter than snow 

Holding the mass and presenting the cross pointed inverted below 

Doubles the blade in the cold and blessed night holds it above to be marked 

Hammering down in the soft flesh below ripping and tearing the heart 

Oh lord of this limbionic state take the prize we deliver to the gate 

Cloven the demons cloak ascends from the earth this being never ends 

As they fall to their knees and prey as the night reimburse the day 

Colder than any mortal thing his hands stretch to infinity 

All encompassing the flock there's no life in here any more 

Deeper than hades he brings to his side the man who presented the mass 

Questioning nothing the high priest is drawn kneels to his master's request 

Talking his left hand and passing it slow he ponders the mortal before 

Swiftly he moves and faster than hell he tears out this lunatics soul 

Oh lord of this limbionic state take the prize we deliver to the gate 

Cleansing the altar awaiting the prize the virgin clad whiter than snow 

Holding the mass and presenting the cross pointed inverted below 

Doubles the blade in the cold and blessed night holds it above to be marked 

Hammering down in the soft flesh below ripping and tearing the heart 

Oh lord of this limbionic state take this prize we deliver to the gate 

Deep in the dark of the forest came calls of sound from the wolverine