Testo The Wicker Man

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