Sacrament of the Green Flame Lyrics

Sacrament of the Green Flame

Through sacred groves where shadows creep

The offering burns; the faithful sleep

A vapor veils the fractured mind

Unseen threads to the void entwined

She rises, crowned in verdant flame

An ancient hymn, a forbidden name

Her altar smolders in shifting sands

A covenant carved by trembling hands

Oh, Queen of Ash, your incense calls

A throne of smoke where wisdom falls

We breathe the void, unbind the sane

A fleeting peace, a sweet profane

Her whispers weave through primal need

A thurible swings where virtues bleed

From Eden's root to Babel's tower

She bends the soul with fleeting power

Eyes aglow with the numbing fire

The mind ascends yet sinks much higher

What gods are these we dare invoke

Whose chains are forged from holy smoke

Oh, Queen of Ash, your incense calls

A throne of smoke where wisdom falls

We breathe the void, unbind the sane

A fleeting peace, a sweet profane

These emerald visions, a false divine

A fleeting spark through the blood and spine

The stars observe, unmoved, austere

As we trade our awe for hollow cheer

The flame devours what reason built

The sacred feast becomes our guilt

A priestess masked in fragrant vice

Her rites consume—gaze to entice

The vine wraps tight, a binding creed

Her power feeds on rooted need

We burn, we bow, her breath remains

A fleeting bliss that stains, that chains

In smoke, we see her shadow rise

A goddess formed of fleeting highs

The stars burn cold, her temple gleams

Inhale the void, exhale the dream