OH PRIESTESSS WITH
YOUR FEATHERED CROWN
WHOSE MINIONS HOLD
AND STRAP ME DOWN
AN OFFERING STRETCHED
ACROSS THE STONE
WHO FEELS THE BLADE
BEING DRIVEN HOME
AND FEELS THE FINGERS
IN HIS CHEST
RIP THE HEART
FROM THIS OLD BREAST
THEN HOLD ALOFT
THAT GORY PRIZE
FOR ME TO SEE
THROUGH DYING EYES
YOU TURN YOUR GAZE
OFF TO THE WEST
AND NEVER SEE
THIS RAVAGED CHEST
THEN WISE GODS SIT
AND THEY DECIDE
WHICH OF US
HAS TRUELY DIED
JEFFRO...
