Temple of Wayne

I have a blood offering for Wayne, God of Death

Chalice in hand, I ascend the temple steps

My child's blood is fit for this deity

Who craves sacrifice and extremist piety

If left unfed, he will withhold his blessings

Blessings of wealth and power, drawn from the dead

I pour this sacred blood over his greedy head

Does it taste good, my God of Death?

Does my daughter's soul please you?

I only want to serve you, Wayne

I only want to satisfy you

Sacrifice your children and receive from Wayne!

Appease this ancient deity and maybe we'll be spared

Maybe our lives will mean something, but

Only if Wayne wills it.