I Will Give The Secrets You Request

And You Will Be The One To Sacrifice

So Lay Your Olve Arms Across My Breast

And Sing The Poems, Free The Butterflies



Pray Your Gods Who Ask You For Your Blood

For They Are Strong And Angry Jealous Ones

Or Lay Upon My Altar Now Your Love

I Fear My Time Is Short

There Are Armies Moving Close

Be Quick, My Love



I Feel My Body Weakened By The Years

As People Turn To Gods Of Cruel Design

Is It Tht They Fear The Pain Of Death

Or Could It Be They Fear The Joy Of Life



Pray Your Gods Who Rule You By Your Fear

For They Are Quick And Ruthless Punishers

Or Lay Upon My Altar Now Your Love

I Fear My Time Is Short

There Are Armies Moving On

Be Quick, My Love