| A sacrifice, a sacrifice
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| You say you want a sacrifice
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| You say the words too easily
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| To know just what you mean
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| One black hand, one white hand
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| I’ll slaughter with your knife
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| I know full well you haven’t lost
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| A thing to match the blood
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| The sacrificial knife will stay once more
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| With hell on high
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| The blood is mixed within the cup
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| And drunk by all who watch
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| You cast yourselves a power in frenzy
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| Crazed to feel that touch
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| We’ll never get to power
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| Just by playing nasty games
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| A sacrifice, a sacrifice
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| You say you want a sacrifice
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| You say the words too easily
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| To know just what you mean
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| One black hand, one white hand
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| I’ll slaughter with your knife
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| I know full well you haven’t lost
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| A thing to match the blood
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| When I crossed the abyss
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| Two thousand years ago
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| I never knew I dreamed
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| So many powers I would reach
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| Till the point of my knife
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| Breaks my lover’s silken throat
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| The only thing I’ve sacrificed
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| Had been my father’s years
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| A sacrifice, a sacrifice
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| You say you want a sacrifice
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| You say the words too easily
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| To know just what you mean
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| One black hand, one white hand
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| I’ll slaughter with your knife
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| I know full well you haven’t lost
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| A thing to match the blood |