Release And Clothe The Virgin Sacrifice-Horde

The sun falls behind the shadowed mountains As darkness descends over the forest Flames flicker in the distance Unholy chants and footsteps can be heard Hooded figures emerge from bushes Flaming torches in hands Prepare the knife and golden chalice For fresh blood that is to flow Blackest hell envelopes the sight As the ritual commences A black figure comes forth Robe drops to the ground A naked virgin stands within the circle Ice winds freeze her flesh Fear dominates her mind Behold Repentance is nigh No flesh will be pierced The chalice remains empty A virgin is spared a grim death As involvement is renounced Angels assist her escape As she is clothed once more Disappearing through thicket To a new life of freedom Liberty