Taken to the blood temple
Built upon the buried living
To be blinded by hate
Shrouded in darkness
Fed with fear and agony
A fate worse than death
Stare into the blank face of the master
Hidden by the mask of reflection
Forced to my knees by the elders
The veil of nails forced upon my head
Sacrificial claws piercing my eyes
My blood pools upon the alter
Torment, the key to the next
Dragged down the cobblestone path
To enter the mouth of the demon
The chosen choose the chosen
To be laid upon the cloth draped rack
Her arms, her legs, her neck bound
With the ropes of laceration
For the elders at each wheel
Rip her limb from limb
The offering of the order
Soak the cloth with blood
To seal the gate to Hell
Calamity