Post by lanaia74 on Jan 13, 2007 8:39:04 GMT -6
Why are you making me do this against my will?
You know me well because for this I would have never volunteered
You try and tell me my sacrifice about this I should be thrilled
As we walk you push others out of the way to make my pathway clear.
You tell me the Gods have ordained your choice in me
That this act bestowed on me is the greatest honor I could ever have
I am only twenty-one I don't want to die I want to live, see
You tell me this honor bestowed on me is the greatest gift in life or death I could ever have.
You take me to a big room with people to help prepare me for the ominous honored act that lies in store
They wash me, prepare my body with oils, and the sweet smell they put in my hair
They give me a drink and I'm not scared like I was before
There is a blue feathered boa among the things I must wear.
We slowly ascend the stairs to the alter and I feel totally different now
There are people on each side and as we walk they bow
They pay me respect knowing to appease the Gods next I will be knocking on their door
Everyone kneels at my feet to pay respect, they know disrespect is not allowed.
Guided to the altar, someone helps me out of my boa, and I lie flat on the cold piece of stone
The high priest standing over me offers me another drink
After that I feel a sharp pain as I moan
Above me I see the knife dripping with my blood, as I take my last breath and my eyes their last blink.
You know me well because for this I would have never volunteered
You try and tell me my sacrifice about this I should be thrilled
As we walk you push others out of the way to make my pathway clear.
You tell me the Gods have ordained your choice in me
That this act bestowed on me is the greatest honor I could ever have
I am only twenty-one I don't want to die I want to live, see
You tell me this honor bestowed on me is the greatest gift in life or death I could ever have.
You take me to a big room with people to help prepare me for the ominous honored act that lies in store
They wash me, prepare my body with oils, and the sweet smell they put in my hair
They give me a drink and I'm not scared like I was before
There is a blue feathered boa among the things I must wear.
We slowly ascend the stairs to the alter and I feel totally different now
There are people on each side and as we walk they bow
They pay me respect knowing to appease the Gods next I will be knocking on their door
Everyone kneels at my feet to pay respect, they know disrespect is not allowed.
Guided to the altar, someone helps me out of my boa, and I lie flat on the cold piece of stone
The high priest standing over me offers me another drink
After that I feel a sharp pain as I moan
Above me I see the knife dripping with my blood, as I take my last breath and my eyes their last blink.