A Debt Paid in Blood

Losing Battle
Death coming from every side
All shall perish
If the tide won't turn
Suddenly
A voice like flame is heard within
Cut his throat to conquer all

A victory
Whats the price
You'll pay to win?
Sacrifice
Grant me all his blood
Cut his throat to save them all

This debt will
Be paid in
The blood of your first born son

As I bring downward the axe
I cast my eyes away
From the horror
Painted clearly on his face
Forever wondering
Why

This debt will
Be paid in
The blood of your first born son
This debt will
Be paid in
The blood of your first born son