Trail of the Cloven Hoof

The orphan has made a slave of my eye, my mind, my everything Avidity and fervor have assumed control Her grace, her smell Lascivious thoughts never rest for me But I, the promised son of the prosperous A jilted affair, that failed to cease Gather by the spring, I'll gift you with silk and stone Converse in the gloom, there will be no disgrace Leave your thatch in the wood, for yonder fair country Where the deep waters flow, you'll meet the beast in man The beast in man I beg thee not to slay me I vow to deny Strong willed, he kept from his pony With venom and vigor, they made warm in the clay Rock, bone, brain Kicked and cuffed Lungs full of drink Through all the pain, she suffered with a smile Through all the pain, suffer, smile And she whispered Hounds bay, the locusts sing The hag cries Hounds bay, the locusts sing The hag she cries We will find him Find him As I head towards the scaffold I know that death is not the end I see the coven, the hag, Arioch the fierce lion The shade assures the worst understand For on this night, your soul will be required of you And on this night, the soul of a man dies For she who travels the path of the cloven hoof Is she with a grotesque appetite for vengeance Reprisal