Testo di Opera Carne

Red meat is the inner shrine of our immortal soul The heartbreaking out illusions, illusions of innocent blood Desire is pain Eating away the worm in the brain Our flesh burns in mysterious ways Our flesh burns in mysterious ways Our flesh burns, our flesh burns in mysterious ways Gray matter is the unholy clay of our address on Earth Frontiers are coming down between body and soul Abrasive, insane Putting away the spark in the brain Our flesh works in mysterious ways Our flesh burns, our flesh burns in mysterious ways Our flesh works in mysterious ways Our flesh burns, our flesh burns in mysterious ways