Spectral Wound - Feral Gates of Flesh lyrics

My father, change my name The one I’ve used til now is covered with fear and filth and cowardice and shame I, mangled not by the maw, but by the slip The cunning writhe by which the jaws were prised O, the gulf that lies Between the sign of man And this feral fire I know the howl, I know the hound Fleeing from the trap, into the hunter’s jaws It comes for me, hunting Over moors Though thorn and gorse Feral footsteps fall Like a summons to all my foolish blood It’s coming through the trees Across the gulf that lies Betwixt, between the sign of man And this feral fire Over chasm’d distance it comes for me Over moors Through thorn and gorse Feral footsteps fall You are the scent I follow always Hunting after God