Archaic

Pierce the skin and drain the blood of everything unholy, Drive the spear between the eyes and let the demons out, Let the hand of the divine bless and purify you Ancient practice of deceit keeps the masses on their Hail the sun, the closest star, accept the sacrifice Drink the blood and hold the heart highest in the sky Clergymen will lead the way, oracles of light Wicked beings and artifice shunned by robes of white The guilty will burn, the pure will drown Purified by fire