Take the virgin to the peak of the altar
Pure and worthy as she stares at the sun
Standing naked, barefoot on the altar
Young and eager, fresh blood to be spilled
The virgin holds the dagger of the sun
A golden blade in her soft smooth hands
Raise the dagger
The virgin slaughters
With perfect grace
The man before her
For the gods of the sun
The blade plunged deeply
Into his chest
She reaches inside
Removes the heart
Sacrifice him
For the sun gods
Blood on pale skin
Worship bloodshed
Blood runs over
Hot dry stone
She carved his heart out
To offer to the sun