The Sixth Circle

Survivors stray, walking in strange form
The fields burn and the sky turns black
Ashes stain my hands, I want my sins erased
Pale bodies line the floor on the night of this ritual

Lured by lust, poisoned by fear
Tortured and beaten
Fog layers the ground as darkness shows its face
Walk this mile of agony and you will find God at the ends of the earth

Can you hear me now, in these dreams of sacrifice?
Can you feel me now, in these dreams of sacrifice?