When the night was blinding When the moon was bright there came a pilgrimage of children to the temple of the night
Sacrifices there they brought in holy blood and bones This was their final chance to have a think to call their own
Upon their shrunken backs they wore jewell'ed crown made out from skin Who's hide did they rend it from? Did they commit mortal sin?
Beneath a Triune God children are forgiven. But with this ceremony, held they'll never get to heaven