Luyện nghe bài hát Burnt Offerings

Fresh nights, blood hell
dark, placid skies hangs above
No moon like the untouched ass
Of the boy door
Beginning to feel the first
Of a strange
Set the leathery skin of a
Straddling a furnace, in blue

Hands melt against the surface
Feel no pain, kiss the burner, lips fall
Blood runs the inside of her thighs
She tightens her grip in one last exaggerated
And falls to the ground a of ashes

The stands triumphant over the mound
The next in line, a young boy
And is assaulted by the
Shooting out like sharp
Of hungry
Of a animal

The now crouches in the belly of God
His second skin
The boy lay sodomized and
and tired

Let us seek him so badly, to the sky and says
my existence with their faces
In a room, a room, I sit and I
I wash dirt from my face holy water
I wash dirt from my face with holy
with the shroud of new Nazarene

You're hiding behind walls, I see
I'm hiding walls, you can't see