Immolation - Camphor

Have you ever witnessed such a sight?

A curious condition

This ain’t no good, this isn’t right

Wooden matches in a silver tin

And the faint smell of bourbon

This house won’t stand the night

Strike one full of anger

Strike one full of grief

Strike one 'til the embers burn beneath your feet

No lamb shall be sacrificed

You won’t evade damnation

No God would sanctify

It’s a tangle that will not unwind

There are no fire exits

When will you see the light?

Fire!

Fire!