Sacrifice

A Sacrifice, a sacrifice,
 you say you wanna sacrifice.
 You say the words to easily,
 to know just what you mean.
 One black hand and one white hand,
 I slaughtered with your knife.
 I know full well you have a loss,
 a thing to match their blood
 The sacrificial knife is stained with [...]
 and held on hair,
 the blood is mixed within the cup,
 and drunk by all who watch.
 You [...] a power [...] touch.
 Youll never get to power just by playing nasty games.
 A sacrifice, a sacrifice ...
 One black hand ...
 When I crossed the abyss two thousand years ago,
 I never even dream so many power I would reach.
 Till the point on my knife reached my lovers silken throat,
 the only thing I'd sacrificed have been my fathers' sheep.