Ritual Of The Deer

May I be bathed in your blood devotedly shed in my name
By my hands you meet your end
By your flesh I am made
Slow; the last dying breath of the old way

Ceremony in crisis
As the carcass wastes away
Ritual post haste

Sweat and dirt cast into gold
Graven smoke and mirrors sold
Final pact; exalted deceased
Blood of the heart I feast
All life inside, wring out joyously

Living for something else can really bleed you dry

When I die, divide my body
Apportion each piece until there's nothing

Ceremony in crisis
As the carcass wastes away
Do you give more than you take
Ritual post haste

Life dependent on death