Sacrificial - Moonspell

Like a stain of guilt never washed away

The world made flesh on the seventh day

And we engage in carnal trade

Knowing things will never be the same

My tongue is so dry… her mouth is divine

A sacrifice it had to be done

Upon the ashes of the kingdom come

There is no reward for making things right

There is no glory in sparing one' life

Like the first of sins there is no one to blame

The earth grew wet on the seventh day

And we sit down for a feast of hate

We eat each other in a twist of fate

My tongue is so dry… her mouth is divine

A sacrifice it had to be done

Upon the ashes of the kingdom come

There is no reward for making things right

There is no glory in sparing one’s life

Bloodknives drawing to entertain the pain

The world is watching, demanding