Behold, Hoof and Horn

I am weary, so far from home Seeking shelter on this black night A vigorous strike, the abbot responds Obstructing my access, then show's empathy Don't go down there Nine days slumber, a feverish state What in the name of heaven is that It's the wind, it's a gale, a tempest, he lied May god forgive me Truth is our only dogma No man screams in the Abbey For it is Abaddon himself Remove the staff of truth He says you're the serpent of old He dreams I'm free Behold hoof and horn I'm sorry for you my son You'll know whom you've loosed upon our world