The Sun falls behind the shadowed mountains
As darkness descends over the forest

Flames flicker in the distance
Unholy chants and footsteps can be heard

Hooded figures emerge from bushes
Flaming torches in hands

Prepare the knife and golden chalice
For fresh blood that is to flow

Blackest hell envelopes the sight
As the ritual commences

A black figure comes forth

Robe drops to the ground
A naked virgin stands within the circle

Ice winds freeze her flesh

Fear dominates her mind

Behold
Repentance is nigh

No flesh will be pierced
The chalice remains empty

A virgin is spared a grim death

As involvement is renounced

Angels assist her escape
As she is clothed once more

Disappearing through thicket

To a new life of freedom
Liberty