I was cold as ice,
when i did the sacrifice.
The priest, oh the priest.
hear my plead.
I'm going to meet the priest,
first a baptize and then a feast.
but he didn't know,
no, he did not know.
He came too me the night before,
when i was fast asleep up in the floor.
The evil one had visit me this night,
taken over my body without a fight.
He whispers:
" Bring your knife,
take he's life.
Let him die,
don't ask why "
I hear the priest scream,
but it feels like a dream.
but its me, holy god its me.
Father in the sky,
please tell me why.
Even if there was no baptize that night,
it all feels so right.