Bible Burner Lyrics

There I sit beleaguered at my tablets in the pitch
Rewriting what needs rewriting with wisdom of the witch
In a chamber in a dungeon deep in an iron chest
Gather up the wick and wax and flick our gaseous best
Creeping down the paragraphs
Disappearing line by line
Editing the fire phrases
Wither off the vine
And so now, the burning begins
Crackling of parchment, box made of tin
Bible burner
In my veins boils blood from Hell itself
And the illusion of a good book slowly sinks
But the epistle for the flock’s little angel wings
Creeping down the paragraphs
Disappearing line by line
Editing the fire phrases
Wither off the vine
And so now, the burning begins
Crackling of parchment, box made of tin
Bible burner
The Devil in a coil spitting venom
Donnal moral cloaks and virtues
Haunting the words of good
By issuing fear and crimson hues
Bodies below the floorboards
Vulvae beneath the beds
Your Jesus in his bedpan
And the lambs all are dead
Religion cannot rescue us
Prayer books could never save
Light candles in some effigies
Your Jesus in a grave
Bible Burner
Oh holy words at your denounment
Bring to me legend and lore
Come what may to this coil
I pervert all you stand for
Unholy words, in your victory
Teach to me thy spells of hex
Come what may be it plague or death
I will go into Hell’s vortex
Bible Burner