The Pythia's Pale Wolves
by The Ruins of Beverast
From the album: Exuvia
Duration: 14:34
Lyrics for The Pythia's Pale Wolves
Our proud Arkadia celebrates tonight All circles ablaze with torchlight Our masked, splendorous patron Shall stare into the lidless eyes of our cattle Betimes... Zeus... burn my mind! Sing, Priestess, sing! Your eyes, your chant, your ecstasy! Pythia, sing to me! Zeus... punish me! Dance, Priestess, dance! Your herbs, your breath, all agony! O Pythia, pour it all over me...