A Sacrifice, a sacrifice,
you say you wanna sacrifice.
You say the words to easily,
to know just what you mean.
One black hand and one white hand,
I slaughtered with your knife.
I know full well you have a loss,
a thing to match their blood
The sacrificial knife is stained with blood
and held on hair,
the blood is mixed within the cup,
and drunk by all who watch.
You’ll never get to power just by playing nasty games.
A sacrifice, a sacrifice ...
One black hand ... one white hand
When I crossed the abyss two thousand years ago,
I never even dream so many power I would reach.
Till the point on my knife reached my lovers silken throat,
the only thing I'd sacrificed have been my fathers' sheep.
