Sodden Jackal

Wet fur bares the smell of death

Sodden cur

On your heels, their fetid breath

Jackal kings, guardian slaves

The child is delivered unto the earth

From the womb of a beast

A million parents of the dark

To guide and serve

From the blackness they emerge

Fed on diseased decay

For their master they must kill

To guard the gates of hell's conception

Running you scream in naked fear

Untold terror

A scene of evil unbelieved

Behold the fire

Fight relentlessly

Can't give up, we must believe

And the bodies lie in smoldering piles

Bring cold lips, unearthly smiles

A soul claimed was not won

So revealed the prophecy

Has the likeness of a man

It bears the mark of numbers

Now with faith and sacred knives

The time is right

The beast is destroyed and the light commands

Triumphant trial