A stolen hair Perhaps something more fair Rose petals and fallen snow Into a cauldron to face the unknown For skin softer than my own I chant, I pray, I scream. Let it all rest in the moonlight An eye for an eye It may leave her blind But I’ve always wanted emeralds in mine. I chant, I pray, I scream Is it worth the price? Does it count.. If it's a stolen sacrifice? I did not even think twice I chant, I pray, I scream This has always been the ugliest thing in me.