I have lain wth the lamb
 Sang his tender praise on long dark nights
 Searched my drawn face long and hard
 For a sign of his light
 Shoulders to the wheel for the grist of faith
 Is manna for the blind
 Like a child of Cain without the providence of [bad word] 
 Joy [bad word]  It rose with the morning sun
 Like cold guilty sweat across my brow
 These are the first words that fell upon my lips

 I have lain with the wolf
 He seeks me out and demands [bad word]  In the corner of a crowded room
 With words of madness and water of fire

 He whispers, when the [bad word]  Do you make peace with them or do you [bad word] one
 of them? Do you?
 If I give name to my furies, can you name them?
 He preaches salvation in the loins of women
 And the black sciences

 When the shadow fell upon me
 I knew I [bad word] with the wolf
 And it was his eyes I saw staring back
 And this I learnt and this I know
 You cannot escape the beast when you wear his mark