Opera Carne Lyrics - 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.