May I be bathed in your blood devotedly shed in my name By my hands you meet your end By your flesh I am made Slow; the last dying breath of the old way Ceremony in crisis As the carcass wastes away Ritual post haste Sweat and dirt cast into gold Graven smoke and mirrors sold Final pact; exalted deceased Blood of the heart I feast All life inside, wring out joyously Living for something else can really bleed you dry When I die, divide my body Apportion each piece until there's nothing Ceremony in crisis As the carcass wastes away Do you give more than you take Ritual post haste Life dependent on death