Cut through the tongue And drain the blood May they see our sacrifice And let us be one With the divine skies above us
Bloodletting for the deities Bless us with your affinities
We, the conceited species Offer wine from the purest of streams A gift of our docility Bestow us with the graces of thee Barbed rope through the tongue Dripping down, we collect the blood Set fire to the offering Let the smoke beckon them above
Bloodletting
The weight of the blood Let it be apt and enough Bleeding to appease divine beings Piercing the skin to draw more fluid Feast upon that of the noble May the deities dine on our proposal May all the children be bled May no one be spared from the collectionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
