Grand Rites

It happens just when you're dyin'
 That's death at your door
 And it's just when you're cryin out for more
 That she stands and relinquishes fire
 As masters of nature we've failed you
 As destroyers of lands we've prevailed you
 As bastards we feed
 As shepherds we've blackened our names
 She can tell just when you're lyin'
 The sweat beads off your brow
 And its just in your final of hours
 That the birds have come thirsting for you
 We could tell by the look in her eyes
 She is pale, she is cold but alive
 As she crawls back to where she will die
 Hey friend are you sure can want to hear this?
 It's so full of the things you despise
 No, I want to know how she died
 Well the rest of the story is blurry
 The meat was starting to cool
 And the thrill of the kill it was new
 So we cut and we ripped in a hurry
 The smell of her blood on our lips
 We left what we'd done in those woods
 As God stands by to bear witness
 You can see in the pale moon light
 This is our grand rite
 As God fails to pass judgment
 You can see as she puts up a fight
 This is our grand rite