THEY killed a Child to please the Gods
In earthís young penitence,
And I have bled in that Babeís stead
Because of innocence.
I bear the sins of sinful men
That have no sin of my own,
They drive me forth to Heavenís wrath
Unpastured and alone.
I am the meat of sacrifice,
The ransom of manís guilt,
For they give my life to the altar-knife
Wherever shrine is built.