Lyrics:

A Ritual of Blood and Glory

Verse
The beings stand on silent ellipsis
Waiting for the meaning in the eclipse
The air is warm; in black clothed
The knife in hand to heart betrothed

Chorus
The stone basin
Fills with blood
The victim laughs
Til death grips
The pile of stones
The ritual at night
Consciousness is dead
In the Blood Gods sight

Verse
They worship the serpent of the roots
They serve the lord of the out yards
They are called the people grim
Of their end we will sing

Chorus
The stone basin
Fills with blood
The victim laughs
Til death grips
The pile of stones
The ritual at night
Consciousness is dead
In the Blood Gods sight

Bridge
Worthless, wanton, worms to the crow
Made to serve, to us masters bow
These deserve to be removed from existence
Followers of the dead ways

Verse
They worship the serpent of the roots
They serve the lord of the out yards
They are called the people grim
Of their end we will sing


Chorus
The stone basin
Fills with blood
The victim laughs
Til death grips
The pile of stones
The ritual at night
Conscience is dead
In the Blood Gods sight