Mithras Sloping Altars
Hear the chant Across the breeze Cloth of white Sons to
believe All of them make their way To the place of mass
Surround the haven await the time Chanting the words of
power
Read from the book of black Believers kill to predict
Sacrifice the one Dark ritual begun
Circle forms within the henge Stones loom with eerie
silence High priest enters, a king to these Bring the one
forth Release a call from under robes I hear the words
foreign to me Here comes the one to be The teller of a
prophecy
[Solo: - Macey]
[Solo: - White]
[Solo: - Macey]
See the dagger straight and true Only silence never a
scream Under robes so thick they hide Never to know who
did this deed Blood runs into the altar To tell of things
to come Sacrifice predicts a tale A tale of a future king
[Solo: - Macey]