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.