On the ground dosed red circles
Torches lit the foggy thicket
Robes surround my bindings
Lay in which is wet
Chanting

The Chanting echos
To the heart beat, the staff clashes
The earth smell so fresh
The distance is now out of reach

Screaming in terror
Regret
Nil for comfort
This is my new home
But not for long

My blood is for the greater
But I lost my faith
My fear got the best of me
As I draw my final breath
Sacrificed

I hope you're happy
I am wasted

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