11 March 2013
But are you 'priest' or 'sacrifice'? Are you the Moon's holy daughter Or are you lamb fit for slaughter?
Voodoo magic and cursed casks Black candles and witch's crafts Brought together in darkest night Away from Sun and far from light
They'll carve death-runes into your skin And empty your darkened soul of sin They'll drain your blood out through these scars And with it paint their chaos stars
Don't resist, give up your heart Everyone must play their part In this world we're nothing more Than dark god's jokes and metaphors
You made a choice, so pay the price But are you 'priest' or 'sacrifice'? Are you the Moon's holy daughter Or are you lamb fit for slaughter?
~ Ritualis ~ • Opuss № I