The Wicker Man — Kill II This

Swallow my fear, this land Godforsaken Follow the cross, to this crass christless haven

On bended knee, you worship the carnal To pleasure your gods, your sad graven idols

Burn bright Sacrifice my life Purify this land The ritual plan The wicker man

Born into your arms, in blood you baptise them To bury your guilt, you'd bury your own children

Temptation infests, with deadly embrace My sacred vows, forbidden to taste