Sweet Cantation - Pythia

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