The Lone Wolf
Black leather kisses her skin,
Baphomet's sigil swings,
the world looks on,
with disdain and fear,
her palms full of blood,
from the blade of her shears.
Black leather kisses her skin,
Baphomet's sigil swings,
the world looks on,
with disdain and fear,
her palms full of blood,
from the blade of her shears.