Lost Cause (I'm Your Martyr)

Sacrifice me on your altar of bones
I'll be the one to sanctify your home
My death will be sweet
My death will be quick
The thought of your suffering makes me sick

The blood runs down a scepter of sorts
I find strange beauty in the way it contorts
As the light fades from my dreary eyes
I feel the cold reign of death on the rise

Make a wish quick, before this blood is wasted
Don't turn back now, you'll know how it tasted
Dip the quill in the blood of the fallen
Sign your name, and save yourself from the pain
Seal the deal, so my death's not in vain.

I go now to a place shrouded in black
Where weird hallucinations tend to hack
The heat is unbearable, the pain immeasurable
At least you're alive, and I guess that's pleasurable