A wolf in sheep’s clothing, convicted
Pelle sub agnina latitat
Hecatomb practice dissolved
Hecatomythium told
Swallow your lies
Shallow desire
Will put your pride
Under the mire
You cannot hide
Cause this story is mine, I'm the writer of the dark
I can read your sick mind and see the things that you conspire
Once my eyes are present in everything that’s alive
I keep watching all your steps, you can run, you can shout
Pelle sub agnina latitat
Hecatomb practice dissolved
Hecatomythium told
Swallow your lies
Shallow desire
Will put your pride
Under the mire
That’s what you got
Now get down
On your knees
The candles are out
False prophets have no Goddess
Swallow your lies
Shallow desire
Will put your pride
Under the mire
Swallow your cry
Child desire
Will put your rind
On the floor to
Adorn my bedroom