Pyheretic

Cold season offerings warm up the carnefix soul
A pale sun inhaling heat on this misplaced ground

Winter frost cursed us through the flames cremating the flesh
Weeping dried tears, my jolly fun was raping the nuns

I’m cursed raping the guts of life

I’m just one of the thousand pyers
I’ll be the last charred wizard

The unfinished one on the way of salem dying as a witch, carbonized

Impressed in my mind
The pyre within me, the evil is dead
A premature return to ashes
The pyre within me, the evil is dead

Am I simply burning on stake or on the inverted cross?
I’m flaming for holy joy on the ravages of the altars
Fire fries my skin, roast my meat and kills my instinct
I smell the stench of incineration, prelude to self ignition

Cold season offerings warm up the carnefix soul
A pale sun inhaling heat

Midnight strikes on the hill
The brightness of fire is into me
Ashes are scattered to the wind
A burnt corpse, it’s only me

Winter frost cursed us through the flames cremating the flesh
Weeping dried tears, my jolly fun was raping the nuns