Take measured steps, in solemn grace,
To sacred halls, to faith’s embrace.
A single wish, a whispered plea
The gods are kind, so bend your knee.
Yet faith must weigh, be tried, be true,
To mark your soul in crimson hue.
So sit upon the altar bare,
And gift your faith in flesh and prayer.
First, the blood so slit the vein,
Let rivers flow, baptize the stain.
Next, the skin now tear it wide,
Strip the veil where doubts may hide.
Feel the pain, hold tight, endure
Desire stands at heaven’s door.
Now the limbs one leg must go,
Then the other, swift and slow.
A hand remains? Then feast, devour,
For gods demand a sacred hour.
And what is left? One final price
A soul you love a sacrifice.
The rite is done, the gods are near,
Speak your wish, and they shall hear.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 11:27 PM UTC
Take measured steps, in solemn grace,
To sacred halls, to faith’s embrace.
A single wish, a whispered plea
The gods are kind, so bend your knee.
Yet faith must weigh, be tried, be true,
To mark your soul in crimson hue.
So sit upon the altar bare,
And gift your faith in flesh and prayer.
First, the blood so slit the vein,
Let rivers flow, baptize the stain.
Next, the skin now tear it wide,
Strip the veil where doubts may hide.
Feel the pain, hold tight, endure
Desire stands at heaven’s door.
Now the limbs one leg must go,
Then the other, swift and slow.
A hand remains? Then feast, devour,
For gods demand a sacred hour.
And what is left? One final price
A soul you love a sacrifice.
The rite is done, the gods are near,
Speak your wish, and they shall hear.
