Wake, wake, wake…honor the mountain.
Quaking the stratum with a roar from nadir.
Awake now serpents of the molten stone.
Accept pure offerings, be gracious and spare us.
Accept pure offerings, appeasing temptation.
Ascend the fire mountain.
Icons of fire bring fortune upon.
Shifters of massifs grant privilege upon.
Hurled into the bowels, a blaze in the mouth.
Cherufe.
As the earth called for the innocent, few were chosen.
Garbed and lead to the summit.
Blinded by trust, into the fire.
All you love, will burn.
Forfeit your kin.
Hush and close your eyes.
Lead them to the edge.
Let our children die.
Offerings, you spared what you could have didn’t you.
Offerings, the bloodlines we betray.
It’s our flesh that became the…
Offerings,
You spared what you could have didn’t you.
The bloodlines we betray. It’s our flesh that became the offerings.