Release and Clothe the Virgin Sacrifice

The sun falls behind the shadowed mountains,
As darkness descends over the forest.
Flames flicker in the distance,
Unholy chants and footsteps can be heard.
Hooded figures emerge from bushes,
Flaming torches in hands.
Prepare the knife and golden chalice,
For fresh blood that is to flow.
Blackest hell enverlopes the sight
Robe drops to the ground,
A naked virgin stands within the circle,
Ice winds freeze her flesh,
Fear dominates her mind.
Behold! Repentance is nigh!
No flesh will be pierced,
The chalice remains empty.
A virgin is spared a grim death,
As involvement is renounced.
Angels assist her escape,

As she is clothed once more.
Disappearing through thicket,
To a new life of freedom...liberty!