Oh sacrificial lamb, Gimme your blood! Let it be the ink of the gods' plume To let us know their will!
Can you feel the blade? The blade that penetrates your flesh! I cut it with a slash. Can you feel the knife? The knife that sink to the haft. I show you my own craft To see the future through your bleeding carcass, A perfect gift for my goddess. You are a pure child of mother nature. You've been chosen For this ritual where you are The incarnation of the god.
Now I open you! I start from the throat. I arrive to the pelvis. Your precious organs, untouched, They are my work tools. Everything is tinged with vermilion: My blade, the altar and the soil. Now even my hand. The hand that takes the liver. The liver thet now, Thanks to the ritual, Is imbued with the divine will.
Dark omens I read on the liver, Followed by a shiver. Hard times will come for humanity, Caused by his insanity!
We conclude the ritual, eating the lamb. We leave no trace of the sacred art and of the offering just turned. The blood that drips from the altar Will bring back into the underground realm the secret energies invoked.
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