Luyện nghe bài hát Burnt Offerings

Fresh nights, candle blood
Very dark, placid skies hangs
No moon like the untouched ass
Of the boy next
Beginning to feel the first
Of a strange
Set the leathery skin of a
Straddling a furnace, illuminates in

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

The furnace stands triumphant the mound
The next in line, a young boy
And is assaulted by the
Shooting out like tongues
Of animals
Of a hungry

The disciple now in the belly of God
His second removed
The boy lay and tired
Sodomized and

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

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