Within the wolf and part of the hoody crow
The shadow of the midnight owl or scorpion at high noon
Lord take this tin can from my lips
But warmth only comes from burning
The dark mans purpose will be served within the secret ways
His hands will deal the spades from within the dead deck
If you wear the stone be safe for the while
But in the dark five minutes won't exist
Within the wolf and part of the hoody crow
The shadow of the midnight owl or scorpion at high noon
Lord take this tin can from my lips
But warmth only comes from burning
The dark mans face will never deign to let you see its grin
His eyes will glitter light from way beyond the flames
If you wear the stone be safe for the while
But in the dark five minutes won't exist
Within the wolf and part of the hoody crow
The shadow of the midnight owl or scorpion at high noon
Lord take this tin can from my lips
But warmth only comes from burning
The dark mans feet will always walk the highways underground
His face will madly grin from across the high places
If you wear the stone be safe for the while
But in the dark five minutes won't exist