Bone Collector

I lay my life down at your feet

Along with the remains of those that've been slain.

You hold captive their souls.

You collect the bones of the fallen lovers that have died in your name.

I will also die upon your request.

'Tis a death of the soul. There are no wounds to bind.

I will be a pagan sacrifice to my pagan god.

Take my life, if you are so inclined.