Come With Joy - Backworld

Oh rose of flame

Pressed to our skin

The beauty and the anguish

Serve to heighten our joy

So we open ourselves

The wound is a beginning

We feast on the flesh

The flesh of our martyr

Come with joy to the feast that lasts forever (x2)

The thorn is red

It tears our wings

And the forms of oppression

Are the stones on our feet

So we fall and we perish

And lie in the fields

Among the ancient stones of Gaea

Come with joy to the feast that lasts forever

Come with joy, for the feast shall last forever

Come with joy to the feast that lasts forever

Come, oh come, for the feast shall last forever

The sacrificial king

Shall rise from the slaughter

His shorn head will flow

Once again as a river

So we open our veins

Let the blood flow like water

We fill up the cup

And drink to our martyr

Come with joy to the feast that lasts forever

Come, oh come, for the feast shall last forever

Come with joy to the feast that lasts forever

Come, oh come, for the feast shall last forever