Testo Ceremony

In this ceremony of bleeding there are sacrificial knives

In the temple of black the ageing silence cries

Our wings are cracked, fractured and unused

Vows that are spoken are made to be broken

The ceremony ends, all hope is gone. A night of ritual.


The curtains close, your heart is torn by a world that they possess

In sacrifice the pain begins, you slowly fade away


The ceremony ends, all hope is gone. A night of ritual.