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Offrande

(D.Bowie/T.Sales/H.Sales) Some days he feels so empty Just a talking head Married to a Klingon Who could cream him in the press God could detonate him

Walls are closing anxiously Channel surfing frantically Burning city, smoke and fire Planes, we're certain. Faith inspired? No clues a complete

Hired to do the job For the breeders of evil Killing the selected few For their select religion They're doomed They're doomed They chop the head off

I want to feel Christmas, how it used to be With all of its wonder falling on me This season has felt so empty, oh, for quite a while I want to feel Christmas

The most beautiful night of the year All the stars light up the sky And the city is sparkling with silver and gold From a million points of light A reflection

There's a little girl trembling on a cold December morn Cyin' for momma's arms At an orphanage just outside a little China town Where the forgotten are

Baby Jesus, born in a stable Humble Savior?s birth You left Your throne in Heaven above To live here on the earth Baby Jesus, lying in a manger Crying

The first noel, the angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay In fields where they lay keeping their sheep On a cold winter's

[Music by Vargher, lyrics by Vargher/Wrathyr] Flaming pyre of Evil, in the darkest of night In the Valley of Hinnom, the pile of corpses burn bright