The Non-Believer (Demo)

The light dies in the mist-filled sky
Above the frost the moon sits high
They bear the cross upon their back
Fifteen young men all dressed in black
In the depths where there is no light
A sacrifice they'll hold tonight
The offerings they seek to make
Of what they hope their god will take

Fresh blood, untouched
Free from sin
Purifying
What's within
Flaming torches
Sharpened knives
Initiate
Sacrifice

The chants begin around their prey
A non-believer they will slay
Worshipping their deity
Blinded by their own loyalty
Closed minds to the open wounds
The pain they cause, the lives they've doomed
Blades pierce flesh, the smoke climbs higher
As the victims scream, engulfed in fire

Fresh blood, untouched
Free from sin
Purifying
What's within
Flaming torches
Sharpened knives
Initiate
Sacrifice