Furze - Flight of the Battish Cauldron lyrics

Don't hunt the Wolf I tell you, don't hunt the Wof Crystallizing gaze from the dark realms From beneath the heart of the pure instinct I met a man, the monster was not present He held a crossover speech howled up to for Milleniums He was the wolf-man Nature Wisdom Incarnate Yet beside him was this abstractly large cauldrom Boiling with ascending powers of... Satan! Satan! Hunt down the wolf-hunter Let us foresee Let all winged masters ask us Through the fog So that alien or not Reality can unvover Thy Half-Eternal Glory