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Once more we stand upon this bloodied ground,
In this cruel game of fate, we are ensnared,
Our souls alas to hell are surely bound,
As flames and screams fill the wretched air.

A journey straight to the abyss below,
On chariots of fire we are borne,
Till our final breath doth cease to flow,
And our spirits from flesh are violently torn.

no guiding hand did lead us to this end,
And now too late the sacrifice must be,
Our sins with deaths swift mercy we amend,
In hope that cleansing absolution see.

To seek enlightenment or face the grave,
For in the end we are but a feast,
To state the hunger of the dark we crave,
And thus our souls are offers to the beast.\n\nPaul Hensley

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sacrificio/
Transcript
00:00Once more we stand upon this bloodied ground.
00:03In this cruel game of fate, we are ensnared.
00:07Our souls alas to hell are surely bound.
00:10As flames and screams fill the wretched air.
00:13A journey straight to the abyss below.
00:15On chariots of fire we are born.
00:18Till our final breath doth cease to flow.
00:21And our spirits from flesh are violently torn.
00:24No guiding hand did lead us to this end.
00:28And now too late the sacrifice must be.
00:31Our sins with death's swift mercy we amend.
00:34In hope that cleansing absolution see.
00:37To seek enlightenment or face the grave.
00:40For in the end we are but a feast.
00:42To state the hunger of the dark we crave.
00:45And thus our souls are offers to the beast.