Eyes shining bright with flame
Sacrifice should be made
The high priest shall inspect
Noble seeds he will select

I offer unto thee
Behold the sack of weed
High praise shall not falter
Upon the altar

Once one has passed the gates
Martyrdom we create
Altar, throne, chosen few
You know what you have to do

I offer unto thee
Behold the sack of weed
High praise shall not falter
Upon the altar