The snow is falling down Upon this hallowed ground Into the ancient circle Where hooded cloaks surround I tied you to a tree In the centre of this place Don't dare make a sound We will leave no trace
With my ritual knife I slice it down No one hears your screams The crimson now surrounds Your body will survive The punishment that's due For you've committed crimes unnatural
The cup is passed around We sup upon your blood Us holy men Enshrouded by our hoods You look into my eyes You know we are not fools Welcome to the ritual