Heathen Fire from Panacea by Damage Therapy

She moves to the rhythm of the double-edged wind /
Electric witchcraft, she’s scratching on that itch /
Looks like that candle’s burning at one too many ends /
She-she-she carries me away in her flatbed truck /
She’s moving real slow / She got that eerie glow /
She got that warmth for your belly and your weary soul /
I wanna touch / I wanna touch that flame /
Yea, just a brush / Until I forget my name, look /
I stand before you on the thirteenth edge of the circle /
Oh, darling won’t you take my hand and pull me over to the other side /
Just one more step I take / Down on that old path running /
Oh, darling won’t you take my hand and pull me closer to your heathen fire /

Come on over to the edge /
Left foot, right, now send the magpies running /
One step closer to the flame /
Pull me in and keep that heathen fire burning /

She’s got a habit made of cinder / Lives in a castle made of bones /
Don’t need to kindling or no timber / To keep that heathen fire going /
Can I get a fucking witness? / Oh, let me hear you shake and moan /
Activate the phaser now, baby / And keep that heathen fire going /

Now left to fester, it’s disease drifts like smoke between the trees /
That pestilential undertaker, I hear her calling out to me /
She speaks in tongues unknown to man /
A fire with roots in loam and sand /
Just hit the lights, kill the switch, and let her lead you by the hand /
Hey, I feel those shivers going up my spine /
She’s got a thousand limbs and a thousand eyes /
Heel of heresy and devotion’s might /
Speak to me, tell me of the ancient rite /
In the belly of the beast, and I feel alright /

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