One black man and one white man,
I slaughtered with your knife
I know full well you havent lost,
a thing to match their blood

The sacrificial knife is stained with [?] and held on hair,
the blood is mixed within the cup,
and drunk by all who watch

You [?] a power [?] touch.
You'll never get the power just by playing nasty games

A Sacrifice, a sacrifice,
you say you wanna sacrifice
You say the words to easily,
to know just what you mean

One black man and one white man,
I slaughtered with your knife
I know full well you havent lost,
a thing to match their blood

When I crossed the abyss two thousand years ago,
I never even dream so many power I would reach
Till the point on my knife reached my lovers silken throat, 
the only thing I'd sacrificed have been my fathers' sheep 

(BW)