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Sacrificio

Once more we stand upon this bloodied ground,
In this cruel game of fate, we are ensnared,
Our souls alas to hell are surely bound,
As flames and screams fill the wretched air.

A journey straight to the abyss below,
On chariots of fire we are borne,
Till our final breath doth cease to flow,
And our spirits from flesh are violently torn.

no guiding hand did lead us to this end,
And now too late the sacrifice must be,
Our sins with deaths swift mercy we amend,
In hope that cleansing absolution see.

To seek enlightenment or face the grave,
For in the end we are but a feast,
To state the hunger of the dark we crave,
And thus our souls are offers to the beast.

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