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• Artiste: Christian Death
• Titre: Burnt Offerings
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Fresh night, candle blood 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 Theatening my existence with their faces In 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