The Sacrificed Virgin

Twelfth servants of the wicked godMagisters in the blackened robesGathered in the abandoned houseTo accomplish ritualFull Moon was laying in the skyWild wolfs were wailing nearbyEverything was ready to beginThe 13-th was the virginIn the morning she was foundOn a table covered with the bloodLied an ugly and sectioned messThat someday was a bodySkull was split into seven partsFlowed brain was slipping downInteriors were resting in a bucketThe smell was so awfulDancing round, praising sinThey touched the naked bodyEldest member of this cultProfaned her sweet vaginaeWith the sacrifice they liveThrough the sacrificeWith the sacrifice they killThrough the sacrificeIdols stood on dirty wooden shelfPictures hung above the fireplacePentagram was painted with bloodBlood of former virginNear the cold and impediment altarWith the gold shiny turned crossHysterically laughing sat the boyAnd held the human heartDancing round, praising sinThey touched the naked bodyEldest member of this cultProfaned her sweet vaginaeWith the sacrifice they liveThrough the sacrificeWith the sacrifice they killThrough the sacrifice