Lyrics Burnt Offerings - Christian Death
                                                Fresh 
                                                nights, 
                                                kinda 
                                                bloody 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Very 
                                                dark, 
                                                placid 
                                                skies 
                                                hangs 
                                                above
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                moon 
                                                shining 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                untouched 
                                                ass
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                the 
                                                boy 
                                                next 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beginning 
                                                to 
                                                feel 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                impressions
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                    a 
                                                strange 
                                                drug
 
                                    
                                
                                                Set 
                                                the 
                                                leathery 
                                                skin 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                female
 
                                    
                                
                                                Straddling 
                                                    a 
                                                furnace, 
                                                illuminates 
                                                in 
                                                blue
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hands 
                                                melt 
                                                against 
                                                the 
                                                burning 
                                                surface
 
                                    
                                
                                                Feel 
                                                no 
                                                pain, 
                                                kiss 
                                                the 
                                                burner, 
                                                lips 
                                                fall 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blood 
                                                runs 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                inside 
                                                of 
                                                her 
                                                thighs
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                tightens 
                                                her 
                                                grip 
                                                in 
                                                one 
                                                last 
                                                exaggerated 
                                                movement
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                falls 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                ground 
                                                    a 
                                                pile 
                                                of 
                                                ashes
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                furnace 
                                                stands 
                                                triumphant 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                mound
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                next 
                                                in 
                                                line, 
                                                    a 
                                                young 
                                                boy 
                                                approaches
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                is 
                                                assaulted 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                flames
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shooting 
                                                out 
                                                like 
                                                sharp 
                                                tongues
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                hungry 
                                                animals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                    a 
                                                hungry 
                                                animal
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                disciple 
                                                now 
                                                crouches 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                belly 
                                                of 
                                                God
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                second 
                                                skin 
                                                removed
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                boy 
                                                lay 
                                                sodomized 
                                                and 
                                                tired
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sodomized 
                                                and 
                                                tired
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let 
                                                us 
                                                seek 
                                                him 
                                                so 
                                                badly, 
                                                look 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                and 
                                                says
 
                                    
                                
                                                Threatening 
                                                my 
                                                existence 
                                                with 
                                                their 
                                                faces
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                room, 
                                                    a 
                                                room, 
                                                    I 
                                                sit 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                pray
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                wash 
                                                dirt 
                                                from 
                                                my 
                                                face 
                                                with 
                                                holy 
                                                water
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                wash 
                                                dirt 
                                                from 
                                                my 
                                                face 
                                                with 
                                                holy 
                                                water
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dried 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                shroud 
                                                of 
                                                new 
                                                Nazarene
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                hiding 
                                                behind 
                                                walls, 
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                hiding 
                                                behind 
                                                walls, 
                                                you 
                                                can't 
                                                see
 
                                    
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