Blood For The Blood God

Prepare the first born child, cleanse the infant's skin

Wrap the child in linen let the sacrifice begin

To the plain of adoration to our idol covered in gold

The mighty God Crom Cruach, his power we behold.

Surrounded by a circle, of standing stones so tall

Crom Cruach reaches to the sky, we hear his ancient call

Oh old and powerful deity, we are yours to command

Guide us in our struggles, and bless this ancient land.

We offer you our first born

This innocent life so pure

Sacrifice in your name

So we may long endure.

We offer you our first born

A blood offering will ensue

Protect us Oh Crom Cruach

We offer this life to you.

Bring the blade to the infants neck, slowly cut the skin

Tear open the veins of life – blood flowing from within

The child begins to flail, and tries in vein to cry

Then calms and becomes silent, soon the child will die.

At the feet of Crom Cruach, we leave the infant corpse

A vital sacrifice for our land, we offer no remorse

We pour the blood on our idol, we smear it on our skin

We hear the sound of chanting, from our sacred holy men.

We leave the sacred site, as the blood begins to dry

Returning to our village, under a blood red sky

A prosperous time awaits us, Crom Cruach is appeased

No more fear of famine, nor worry of disease.

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