They named me Petr not Mark, Luke, Paul.
I still gots prophisies of things I'll do and done.
I saved my Grandpapa from the Bedlams gates,
Sprung him from that trap, brung him home to teach me family ways.
Now Grandfater welcome back to cloistered home,
I got questions bout everything, then more questions top of those.
If you teach me love teach me hate teach me of Ahmen.
Then Grandfater I will spring from your hand as planned.
But then he changed my plan when he trapped me in my room.
He locked the door real hard, said, 'dont you see the dangers true!'
I watched him tween the bars of my windowed room, tighten the cloister locks,
We watchin each other both sayin', now this is tough.'
So I grabbed my Grandfater as he fed me in my room.
I switched our roles, locked hard the door, said, 'Grandfater now I'll teach you.'
Teach you love teach you hate re-teach you all you know.
And Grandfater I will teach you our new family laws.
Well Grandfater now put your gun away,
I'll put the Wulf in our cloister, yous can keep each other company.
The iron spikes that held me tight, the best traps on our ground.
Of that you never took no note, but Ill bring that beast home to keep all down.