Come With Joy

Oh rose of flame
 Pressed to our skin
 The beauty and the anguish
 Serve to heighten our joy
 So we open ourselves
 The wound is a beginning
 We feast on the flesh
 The flesh of our martyr
 Come with joy to the feast that lasts forever
 Come with joy to the feast that lasts forever
 The thorn is red
 It tears our wings
 And the forms of oppression
 Are the stones on our feet
 So we fall and we perish
 And lie in the fields
 Among the ancient stones of Gaea
 Come with joy to the feast that lasts forever
 Come with joy, for the feast shall last forever
 Come with joy to the feast that lasts forever
 Come, oh come, for the feast shall last forever
 The sacrificial king
 Shall rise from the slaughter
 His shorn head will flow
 Once again as a river
 So we open our veins
 Let the blood flow like water
 We fill up the cup
 And drink to our martyr
 Come with joy to the feast that lasts forever
 Come, oh come, for the feast shall last forever
 Come with joy to the feast that lasts forever
 Come, oh come, for the feast shall last forever