I have lain with the lamb And sang his tender praise on long dark nights And searched my drawn face long and hard For a sign of his light Shoulders to the wheel for the grist of faith Is manna for the blind And like a child of Cain Without the providence of fate And joy did come It rose with the morning sun Like cold guilty sweat across my brow These are the first words that fell upon my lips I have lain with the wolf He seeks me out and demands my company In the corner of a crowded room With words of madness and water of fire He whispers, when the demons come Do you make peace with them Or do you - or do you become one of them? Do you? He preaches - He preaches salvation In the loins of women He whispers when the - when the demons come Do you make peace With them or do you become them? If I give name to my furies... And when the shadow fell upon me, I knew I was running with the wolf And it was his eyes I saw staring back And this I learnt and this I know You cannot escape the beast when you wear his mark