The Ceremony 가사

Born and raised an oblate girl in God's green gem isle Can't but help betray her thoughts (her clandestine smile) Just a blushing rose entwined, cheeks a scarlet hue Knows there's something church-condemned (what she aims to do) Leaves are parted by her hand untaught in lovers' ways Virgin's eyes gaze at the stone (infantile daze) A trembling in her limbs, itch between her thights Journey here her dark secret, trees are her disguise Deiseil sið around the stone, path so clear before her Bride of Jesus, God's cumal, her lord a mirrored cur She might ride the dark green wave, foam around her legs Drink lust's wine to quench her thirst, drain it to the dregs Withered blossoms on the ground, blooms newly appeared The Moon between the boughts above snow-pure eyes has seared Blinded by its silver rays, aroused by her own sight She climbs atop the pedestal to enact the ancient rite The white and black that hides her grace away from others' eyes She does not wear it with despair, her finger satisfy Some semi-conscious impulse made her haunt the wood Where shadow enshrined the stone Having kissed the grey image with devout passion She performed there all the antique immemorial rite Born and raised an oblate girl in God's green gem isle Can't but help betray her thoughts (her clandestine smile) Just a blushing rose entwined, cheeks a scarlet hue Knows there's something church-condemned (what she aims to do) Leaves are parted by her hand untaught in lovers' ways Virgin's eyes gaze at the stone (infantile daze) A trembling in her limbs, itch between her thights Journey here her dark secret, trees are her disguise Deiseil sið around the stone, path so clear before her Bride of Jesus, God's cumal, her lord a mirrored cur She might ride the dark green wave, foam around her legs Drink lust's wine to quench her thirst, drain it to the dregs Withered blossoms on the ground, blooms newly appeared The Moon between the boughts above snow-pure eyes has seared Blinded by its silver rays, aroused by her own sight She climbs atop the pedestal to enact the ancient rite The light of Jesus bathes her, the blood of kings flow through her mind She knows the lamb will save her and all her faithful kind