A Ritual کے بول

A darkness covers the grove of dead trees And a fog that rises from the soil A ring of dark brothers on their knees Is gathered here under a full moon Dagger that will drink the blood of men Is delivered from hand to hand Each eager to bring this to conclusion Awaiting the sweet release of death As the blade encircles the altar We begin a deep chant that echoes In the black woods all around us Awaiting an end to all our woes The chanting stops and thunder roars In the distant shadowy hills A wind rises and the moon is hidden I hold high the sacrifical dagger My time is come and now I rise Stern and with a joyous heart Eager to depart this world of lies I strike the dagger in my heart