Text: Hour Of The Wolf. Power Of The Wolf. Spit It Right Back.

The children weap at the father's sermon, the lord is
alive through his perversions. Your faith, run to your faith, I guess
your god works in mysterious ways. Its time that someone makes you pay,
lays you out and sets things straight. You say I'll burn in hell, well
I'll save you a place. Can't quit, here's some shit that you'll never
forget. Ain't it funny how you say those things to me, I'll spit it right
back in your fucking face. Hope you like the taste cause you done earned
it baby. Ain't it funny how the roles we played have changed? Put you
right back in your fucking place, hope you like your grave cause you're
diggin it baby. She's getting wet like holy water, touched by the lord
but she wants it harder. Your faith, fuck your faith. I'm looking for
some temples I can penetrate. Its time temptation gets its way, lays you
down and sets things straight. She's got the holy spirit dripping down her