Leviathan - Lord of the Labyrinth

My Lord
 We beseech thee with an offering
 Virgin flesh from the source
 Yours for the reaping
 That we might conjure
 insight most foul
 A pure mind ripe with hope
 Her soft skin, like porcelain
 raised with a chill
 No more tears wasted out of fear
 What's yet to come has sapped all will
 No more struggles, no more struggles
 Acceptance that her life will be
 better served on the altar
 As a conduit to traverse to the end
 Let this one be your vector
 Wading in the depths
 Ready to eclipse the sun
 Plunge this world into eternal cold
 Reconstruct the dark world of old
 This mortal world made of ice
 First step laid upon this sacrifice
 Venture our quest
 vanquished be yours
 To claim and conquer all
 Blood in blood out
 To the six or above
 One flesh unto you
 The blood freezes
 Your portal left in mangled pieces
 Her soft skin, like porcelain
 raised with a chill
 No more tears wasted out of fear
 What's yet to come has sapped all will
 No more struggles, no more struggles
 Acceptance that her life will be
 better served on the altar
 As a conduit to traverse to the end
 Let this one be your vector
 Wading in the depths
 Ready to eclipse the sun
 Plunge this world into eternal cold
 Reconstruct the dark world of old
 This mortal world made of ice
 First step laid upon this sacrifice
 Eyes roll back and turn black
 Only a dead stare gazes back
 With a touch of death
 And frosted breath
 The Summoning begins
 Give us this day Our six pounds of flesh
 In a dead womb grows The cephalopod god
 Conceived in violence Consuming its way out
 Mine eyes unto you Great Lord of the Labyrinth
 Lift us with your cold embrace
 We release you from the mire
 As our blades pierce her flesh
 We six with our unhallowed familiar