The Wicker Man

The rain pours down with pain, dampening the straws of hay

Flowing down my face, mingling with tears

Tears of despair and rage, years of emptiness and hate

Soon swept away by the flames, mouldering ashes

All that remain, is a pile of charred bones

Raising dust for the wind to carry far away

The rain pours down with pain, yet they sing and dance

Floating in a trance like state, bewitched by the chanting

Masked faces far below me, laughing mockingly

The first torch is lit, soon followed by others

This is it now, it will all end, on this solstice's night

Flame, come take me, swallow me

Oh great nothing, devour me

Light it up, burn it down

May the gods, accept our sacrifice

Flesh to touch, flesh to burn

Do not keep the wicker man waiting

As flood I'll return, I am your sacrifice

Your corpse will rot into the fields, you'll famish and starve

As plague I'll return, going to destroy your world

With fever you'll burn, and I'll save none