They preyed on the lambs and they granted no quarter
But now the wolves of the pack can only slaver for the slaughter
With crazed moonlit eyes they wander amongst the desolate barrows
With naught to stalk but a miasma of death enshrouded shadows
So they looked to The Heavens; the Moon and the stars
And they looked to the planets of Venus and Mars
How they howled and barked, till their breaths filled the air
But The Heavens are a legerdemain of ignorance and despair
They prayed for the lambs and sought solace from the warder
But The Heavens are empty and are the ultimate disorder
Ash and dust and scattered bones fill the death hallowed barrows
The shepherds were wolves and their fates were the gallows
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