Opera Carne — Moonspell

Red meat is the inner shrine of our immortal soul The heart breaking out illusions of innocent blood Desire is pain Eating away the worm in the brain

Our flesh burns in mysterious ways

Gray matter is the unholy clay of our address on Earth Frontiers are coming down between body and the soul Abrasive, insane Putting away the spark in the brain

Our flesh works in mysterious ways Our flesh burns in mysterious ways.