An old curse, life to be taken,
A new fate, a god to go down,
Wine will flow and seeds will grow
A wood regards his gates,
For blood shall feed new seeds,
The leafs cover the paths,
For wine shall bless old trees
A black knife, slaughtery for a drunk of life,
Ecstacy, quest for seedlings of a sacred tree
An old curse, life to be taken,
A new fate, a god to go down,
Wine will flow and seeds will grow
The altar has risen
And the knife falls down
Sacrifice
Blood fills the bowl, as wine to be served
Ascension.

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