I was raised to be the sacrifice.

How fitting, with my name being, 

"The One Who Bears The Cross."

But unlike my Namesake

I will not rise up again after three days;

Into ashes I will go, and into ashes I will stay.

 

When your body is aching I ache for you.

I touch you, and your pain comes to me,

As I feel it tenfold, where you feel nothing,

Just a pinprick on your little soul,

For this has always been my way:

Into ashes I will go, and into ashes I will stay.

 

When the monster aims his sword at you I will be slain,

I will grab the noose around your neck

And place it on my own, singing as I go out,

Because your life has more worth than mine.

As I die you know exactly what I will say:

"Into ashes I will go, and into ashes I will stay."

 

As they tie my body to the stake,

You sing incantations, covering me in gasoline

And preparing to light your fuse.

I take in the sharp scent around me,

As the fire on the match is lit by flame.

Into ashes I will go, and into ashes I will stay.

 

I was raised this way, mind you.

I was told that this was my fate, and I have accepted it.

But that doesn't mean that I will not fight

To reach this point by own terms.

I will write the final act of this play:

Into ashes I will go, and into ashes I will stay.

 

I was born to be the sacrifice

To a God I don't believe in, an angry God

That lights girls up and burns them to keep the peace.

My fate is mine alone, now. I will raise up the match in my hand

And drop it on the fuse, saving all of you from the one

Who persecuted you. I laugh as the flame shoots up.

 

I will watch over you to the end of days.

Into ashes I have gone, and into ashes I will stay.