all is warm and one
you are here in my mynde,
where I keep the holy relics
all along the martyrs' trail
****** footprints less than
walking on your spirit hands
so skip, dance, you martyrs
you signed on for this: mysterium mysteria majestic
now you are here, there is no turning back,
you ate the knossos bread, you drank the wine
you are tainted by ancient perfection
You are one with the Golden Age
You can no longer be less than you are
welcome, welcome, rose petals at your feet
next harvest, perhaps you will be our sacrifice
but for now, live in thys moment
become what you know you might be
so many to cheer your life as it drains away in dust
revered, beloved, nothing less than a God
you are to me, save the crops for another year
become the bread between our teeth
grind me like corn beneath your hips tonight
that moon demands a sacrifice, but first
you are the golden god of our dreams
we need you, trust your blood
singing like erinyes at your heels
singing helah helah helah
as you walk the white dust of the path
The path that only Iphegenia knows
we love you
we love you
selah, love, selah
we would die for you
will you die for us?
