Subterranean Imitation

Wolves in the Throne Room

Teutonic initiate
 Cold naked and fearful
 Set upon by wild beasts
 Starving and forlorn
 Lineage of kings lords of battle

 A temple of wet earth
 And rough stones erected in haste
 Don this garment of wolf skin
 Drink deep from the sacred mead
 Bathe in this fire kindled with living wood
 Torn from sacred trees

 Steeds heads bowed await their rider
 The air scented with smoke and blood

 One thousand horns sound in eternal salute
 To the old gods of war their empire in ruins