The Sound Of Animals Fighting. The Heretic. Zeneszám

Inevitably it's starting to bleed
And couldn't be stopped, that's justice
Incredible luck, to lift and be struck
What curious things

A moment to think before we will 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 your hands

What carnage you've left
(My bumpkin boy)
And you were dead
Remember your flesh
(My bumpkin boy)
To see us break

Our souls are unrest
What kind of pride is this? Dry your, dry your eyes
They'll salt his wounds
If burning the 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 your hands

What carnage you've left
(My bumpkin boy)
And you were dead
Remember your flesh
(My bumpkin boy)
To see us break

Flesh is heretic, my body is a witch
I am burning it
Flesh is heretic, my body is a witch
I am burning it

Flesh is heretic, my body is a witch
I am burning it
Flesh is heretic, my body is a witch
I am burning it

Flesh is heretic, my body is a witch
I am burning it
Flesh is heretic, my body is a witch
I am burning it

My bumpkin boy
My bumpkin boy