Martyr's Death from Feast by The Welzeins

Atop the hill, an effigy
Colossus form of woven trees
A seed of doubt is sown
And at the core, the void waits for the man

A crowd of grasping hands
A ring of song and dance
Oh god!
It's prophesized my flesh will feed their land
And all their trees and plants
Metaphysic fertilizer
Pseudoscience sanctifier
Sacrificial lamb

Feed the sun, with his flesh

Flesh will feed their land
And all their trees and plants
Metaphysic fertilizer
Pseudoscience sanctifier
Sacrificial lamb

Outstretched towards the sun
Outstretched towards the sun
Outstretched towards the sun

Ascension, the mayday harvest overflows
Sainthood awaits him, don't you know

Don't you know, he's out there waiting?

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