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