Pauper of Souls lyrics

From Black hills I descend, A barbarous man. A wolf amongst sheep Amongst humanities... 'finest' Floundering like rats Blind in the daylight. They Crawl and scrabble O're the scraps of mistruth and Myth. Far better: -To be of faith Black and barbarous. Than of no faith at all. -A wolf alone On a hillside deserted. Than one of a flock... faceless. Miserable wretches Swamped in a faceless grey Huddle cold and doomed To die, despite deaths guiding hand (nursing them since birth) From black hills I descend A barbarous man A wolf amid sheep Amongst humanities 'finest'. Far better to be of faith Black and barbarous Than one of a flock...faceless Destined to die a pauper of life's riches Destined to die a pauper of souls