Wolverine

Deep in the dark of the forest came calls of sound from the wolverine
 As they danced their wicked dance round the fire in a dead trance
 Raising the chalice to the night darkly seek to their own delight
 Sacrifice to the only son saving blood sip it one by one
 Cleansing the altar awaiting the prize the virgin clad whiter than snow
 Holding the mass and presenting the cross pointed inverted below
 Doubles the blade in the cold and blessed night holds it above to be marked
 Hammering down in the soft flesh below ripping and tearing the heart
 Oh lord of this limbionic state take the prize we deliver to the gate
 Cloven the demons cloak ascends from the earth this being never ends
 As they fall to their knees and prey as the night reimburse the day
 Colder than any mortal thing his hands stretch to infinity
 All encompassing the flock there's no life in here any more
 Deeper than hades he brings to his side the man who presented the mass
 Questioning nothing the high priest is drawn kneels to his master's request
 Talking his left hand and passing it slow he ponders the mortal before
 Swiftly he moves and faster than hell he tears out this lunatics soul
 Oh lord of this limbionic state take the prize we deliver to the gate
 Cleansing the altar awaiting the prize the virgin clad whiter than snow
 Holding the mass and presenting the cross pointed inverted below
 Doubles the blade in the cold and blessed night holds it above to be marked
 Hammering down in the soft flesh below ripping and tearing the heart
 Oh lord of this limbionic state take this prize we deliver to the gate
 Deep in the dark of the forest came calls of sound from the wolverine