The Heretic

Inevitably It started to bleed And couldn't be stopped That's just his incredible luck To lift and be struck What curious things A moment to think, before we all sing The beauties aligned, so sweetly And don't be afraid, don't be afraid Don't be afraid Does this look like that? (My bumpkin boy) How cruel you get I've started again (My bumpkin boy) To miss you in hell What carnage you've left (My bumpkin boy) In your death You mangled your flesh (My bumpkin boy) To see us break Our souls are unrest What kind of brine is this? Dry your, dry your eyes They'll salt his wound If burning flesh means Finding the one Does this look like that? (My bumpkin boy) How cruel you get I've started again (My bumpkin boy) To miss you in hell What carnage you've left (My bumpkin boy) In your death You mangled your flesh (My pumpkin boy) To see us break (Flesh is heretic My Body is a witch I am burning it.) (My bumpkin boy) How cruel you get I've started again (My bumpkin boy) To miss you in hell