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We are gathered now

In a circle, in the forest

The chants begin

The night has fallen

The prisioner is prepared

And so are we

To offer his blood, to offer his life

Through our blades, to the Gods.

With no resistance, I bleed the man

The sacrifice is done by my hand

I honour myself and the dying one too

As my sword to his body goes through

I raise my weapon in celebration

The wind sings in a pagan blessing.