Pythia - Sweet Cantation

Bring Me Fire Picture the darkness, without any warning You're down on your knees with a wolf at your throat I will not save you, your lies have just killed you I won't stand between you and your wicked soul Bring me fire Coming for your blood Bring me fire Coming through the dark There in the forest the Satyrs are hungry They cry for the blood of the man you once were They will protect me their princess forever I will set them free to atone for your sins Oh sweet cantation serve me, your mistress Take what was drawn from me, my virgin heart. Unclean and faithless my prince you are condemned To fire and brimstone for all of your days