Guttural screams echoes in the dark, silenced only by a murder of crows
Another victim made sacrifice Blood spilt on the throne as before
Cult obscure, genitalia facemasks; Clad in blood crust and gore The
Ground is alive with thousand of corpses, ancient remains of murder and mayhem
Blind to see the cruelty Fresh gall now pours from jagged wounds
Faint heartbeats cease to be Ivory virgin bleed dry on cold stone
Sacrificed on the throne of "blood", offering to a long forgotten God

Pentacles of entrails marks the spot where the trees turns their back, blind to see the cruelty
Drums beat like they have forever
No present like the past No gift as thrilling Pulsating crimson fountain yet short in life
Forever dead in memory as long as we remember
This gives life to thee from here and to eternity