Burnt Offerings - Third Realm

black magic is her mask, no moral hunting ground

she cursed the flame of time, and sold what can’t be found

a heart of stone deceiving, but we hear your lies

burnt offerings of pleasure won’t seduce our lives

pale moon caressed by darkness, cruel wind

breeze of lust, nightmares touched by blindness

fade to the broken dream, vile corpse sleeps through sunlight

brainwashed, oh so well, eat from the tree of vanity, spit out the seeds in hell

black magic is her mask, no moral hunting ground

she cursed the flame of time, and sold what can’t be found

a heart of stone deceiving, but we hear your lies

burnt offerings of pleasure won’t seduce our lives

sharp pins, speak the silence, that words will never tell

stuck in the gutter of life, fake smiles consume your bed

regret the sting of faithful, replace with bites of lust

a shattered crown on your head, reduced to crumbled dust

black magic is her mask, no moral hunting ground

she cursed the flame of time, and sold what can’t be found

a heart of stone deceiving, but we hear your lies

burnt offerings of pleasure won’t seduce our lives