The scattered feet that sinks beneath the ground,
felt the voices of the elusive sounds.
A cry of whisper grabbed hold of the ankles
dragging them forth
in the hollow dim circle.
taught how to pay.
made the bloody rims shine.
Nothing but hate,
made the circle rotate.
called the holler of sin.
A perfect sacrifice would only make things right.
Searching for love
is the battle we have to fight.
Call my name and you will be saved
from this world that's filled with hate.
mark my word,
I will not tolerate.