till the living flesh is burned

		from the backstreet
		from the garden
		hear the sound of
		god's daughter
		from the midst
		front in line
		watching men 
		stand in line
		suit to die
		be betrayed
		suit to die in
		shallow graves
	
		till the living flesh is burned
		until the living flesh is burned
		till the living flesh is burned
		until the living flesh is burned

		all incense and smell 
		the profits of war
		in the teeth of life you die
		in the jaws of death you live
		believers of the new path
		were shown his true face
		the once round turns
		nested by
		inter-years of blood victories

		till the living flesh is burned
		until the living flesh is burned
		till the living flesh is burned
		until the living flesh is burned