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