Dancing through the fire
But tired of being denied, yeah
Mother of truth desires a wound
A truth I can't unfold
Dealing with all that is sacred
Oh, a pitiful grace, she has forsaken us
For a twisted divine element,
That will lead us to perish for eternity.
Our sacred hearts, turned to dust
Hollowed out by design
Dancing through the fire
But tired of being denied
O' Dear Mother
Why have you forsaken us?
Our sacred hearts, turned to dust
Hollowed out by design
Dancing through the fire
But tired of being denied
Burned to the ground
Within the scorched remains
Before long, she became DEATH
She became DEATH, motherf*cker
Burned to the ground, dead
Burned to the ground
Within the scorched, she remains
Our sacred hearts, turned to dust
Hollowed out by design
Dancing through the fire
But tired of being denied
For a twisted divine element,
That will lead us to perish for eternity