Sad schemes of a dying breed A grand imperial design You call the wolves to gather But what cattle meet your cry? It comes for thee It comes for thee and thine Fair Lucifer! You falter, sad relic In haunting dreams pursued A howling at the gates A wailing din before the purple dawn The questing beast marauds A Grendel to your Hroth? Oh, but you know What the shadows enfold It comes for thee It comes for thee and thine Fair Lucifer! You falter, sad relic And don't you know Our sins shall be our own It comes for thee It comes for thee and thine Bear witness pale princе To the devil in all things But don't you know The shadows seep and seethе? In their bounty exceed The devil in all things The lamb lies bleating Wearing your crown