The Best Of Enemies Wulf`s Tale Lyrics

The Best Of Enemies Wulf`s Tale lyrics

Oh instrument of God force -

Fed on ignorance and lies,

so blind and narrow-minded

that you cannot compromise.

Even the most foolish theif

should know what he is taking -

lest he find himself within a

cage of his own making.

The Ways of Wyrd are many and

our path you must decide,

for the secrets that you seek

are all around you-

use your eyes.

The threads cannot be broken

that have brought you here to me -

and bind two foes together

like the best of enemies.



You gaze upon me -

I can tell what you see,

a simple man -

with simple thoughts and 

simple needs.

Superstition -

preying on a mind filled with fear,

opposition-

to all your 'enlightened' ideas.

Yet I will show you more than

you can comprehend,

beware delusion is a

dangerous friend.



Ask loaded questions seeking

knowledge of a faith that

you wish to pervert -

all our values,

with hidden meanings

you try concealing your

underlying wish to convert -

'heathen' souls,

to a faith that will doubtless

send our Gods to the grave -

mistake you're making overlooking

the fact that we might not want

to be 'saved'.



THE SORCERERS CREED:

Fear is an old friend of mine,

we have met many times before.

(Drawn to these spirits like

moths to a flame-

when there is no risk then

there can be no gain).

Death is a harsh fact of life

you cannot avoid or ignore.



The Life-force is as strong in

you as it is strong in me,

the difference is what you

hold captive I set free.

You seek to subjugate all 

those who won't comply,

I'll take your prejudice and

pride and show you why -

the values that you hold so dear

(all your laws and rules),

they hold no more sway here 

than the mutterings of fools.

Just look about you and 

I'm sure that you will find -

Heaven lies within our hearts

and Hell is but a figment of

your mind.



These teachings that you deem so

sacred bcome words devoid of meaning,

when compared unto a faith that

preaches something worth believing.

What is to become of us when

truth is turned to lies,

will none remain to wipe the tears

when Mother Nature cries?



Proceed with caution -

subservient to all you survey,

hidden dangers await us on

each step of our way.

Do not falter -

for if you do you will fall,

prey unto perils far worse

than you've encountered before.

Compared unto the threats we face

your devil seems so mild,

a relic from the faerie-tales my

mother told me as a child.



Why do you carry your God

like a weapon -

a dagger drawn ready to strike 

at the heart of a foe when you

don't really know the reason

that you fight? -

to replace our disgrace with

the 'loving' embrace of your Lord -

can't you see that the plans

made for me and my people

to us seem absurd.



THE SORCERORS CREED:



Death is the only recourse

I require in my hour of need.

(Drawn to the spirits like

moths to a flame -

when there is no risk then

there can be no gain).

Impassive it shows no remorse

for folly and greed.



Pre-emptive prejudice has

dogmatised your life,

these blinkered views that once

held true will no longer suffice.

For in my world there is no point

where you can draw the line,

'twixt good and evil,

saint and sinner,

damnate and divine.

Shaven-headed servant of 

an infantile faith -

by what right do you presume

to come and take my place?

If there is one grain of truth 

amidst your hoard of lies,

'tis

"Love your neighbour as yourself"

with this alone I can abide.



These teachings that you deem so

sacred bcome words devoid of meaning,

when compared unto a faith that

preaches something worth believing.

What is to become of us when

truth is turned to lies,

will none remain to wipe the tears

when Mother Nature cries?



THE WAY OF THE WARRIOR

When living your life 

like an arrow in flight

you must always accept that

the end is in sight,

be gtateful at least for the fact

that you knew you came to death -

he did not come for you.

You are like targets 

who sit and await -

patiently suffer 

the arrows of fate,

saying "I am but mortal

and destined to die -

I can change nothing

so why should I try?"

Each morning you wake is an

'ember day' dawning,

your penance for living in

permanent mourning.

By erst while ideals your

hearts are enslaved,

you crawl out of the cradle

straight into the grave.

What reward is a banquet

of red wine and bread,

when you hunger for life -

but on death you are fed?



Do not underestimate 

the task you undertake,

overcome your hopes and fears

and meet them face to fate.

These spirits aren't your enemies -

but neither are they friends,

do not dare insult them lest

all nature you offend.

They who were here before us

will remain when we have gone,

and though we're long forgotten

still their memory will live on.

Perhaps one day mankind will see

the error of it's ways,

and in it's future glimpse

reflections of our yesterdays.

Drawn to these spirits like

moths to a flame -

when there is no risk

then there can be no gain