Tied at the altar,
Her pure soul
Will soon be free,
Her dear life
Will soon cease.
The dagger,
Ready to split her head;
The corpse,
Ready to be fed;
Tied body, fulfilling the rite.
She's bleeding fast,
Floating in a pool of blood,
Her skull split open.
This will suffice
The petty sacrifice.
The cheeks filled with tears,
The brows filled with sweat,
Time has come for her---
Living away from hate,
Death, her eternal fate!!
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