Sacrifice (Live, Teatro Lirico Milan, Italy, 10 May 1971)

歌詞

A sacrifice, a sacrifice You say you want a sacrifice You say the words too easily To know just what you mean One black hand, one white hand I'll slaughter with your knife I know full well you haven't lost A thing to match the blood The sacrificial knife will stay once more With hell on high The blood is mixed within the cup And drunk by all who watch You cast yourselves a power in frenzy Crazed to feel that touch We'll never get to power Just by playing nasty games A sacrifice, a sacrifice You say you want a sacrifice You say the words too easily To know just what you mean One black hand, one white hand I'll slaughter with your knife I know full well you haven't lost A thing to match the blood When I crossed the abyss Two thousand years ago I never knew I dreamed So many powers I would reach Till the point of my knife Breaks my lover's silken throat The only thing I've sacrificed Had been my father's years A sacrifice, a sacrifice You say you want a sacrifice You say the words too easily To know just what you mean One black hand, one white hand I'll slaughter with your knife I know full well you haven't lost A thing to match the blood