I Saw Them That Night - Moss

The snow is falling down

Upon this hallowed ground

Into the ancient circle

Where hooded cloaks surround

I tied you to a tree

In the centre of this place

Don’t dare make a sound

We will leave no trace

With my ritual knife

I slice it down

No one hears your screams

The crimson now surrounds

Your body will survive

The punishment that’s due

For you’ve committed crimes unnatural

The cup is passed around

We sup upon your blood

Us holy men

Enshrouded by our hoods

You look into my eyes

You know we are not fools

Welcome to the ritual