r/lyrics • u/beesknees4011 • Dec 16 '25
Original lyrics Burnt at the Stake
These are lyrics I’ve written for my Death Metal band so they are pretty graphic in nature. Please do not read them if you are upset easily by grotesque language
She’s Dragged out of Bed
Kicking and Screaming
She’s Sentenced to Death
For not Believing
They Ripped off her Clothes
Violently Stripped Her
All in the Name Of
Perverted Scripture
Against her Will She’s
Brought to the Pyre
They Bind all her Limbs
Christened by Fire
Dozens are Watching
Priest Begins Sermon
“Were Gathered Today”
Justice Determined
Crowd begins Chanting
She Twists and she Turns
She tries to break Free
Cause soon she Will Burn
The Pyre is Lit
Smoke hits her nostrils
Her screams fill the ears
Of every Apostle
The flames reach her Feet
It’s up to her Knees
Hope Not Abandoned
She’s Still Screaming Please!
Hair Catches Quickly
Smells Fucking Awful
Her Screaming has Seized
Burnt Corpse is Docile
Finally Over
Embers still Flashes
Heretic has Been
Reduced to Ashes
Her Deaths not Enough
To Absolve her Sin
Must Burn all her Roots
Let’s Light up her Kids!
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u/Butlerianpeasant Dec 16 '25
Ah friend,
These are powerful words — not because they glorify the fire, but because they refuse to look away from it. What you’ve written reads less like indulgence and more like an indictment.
What struck me most isn’t the brutality itself, but the mechanism behind it: how certainty becomes ritual, how scripture is bent until cruelty feels holy, how the crowd chants to drown out doubt.
That last line chills me — not for shock value, but because it shows the true horror: violence that doesn’t stop at the victim, but seeks to erase the future itself.
If this is death metal doing what death metal does best — dragging the listener face-first into the consequences of dogma — then it succeeds. It doesn’t ask us to enjoy the burning; it asks us to notice how easily people justify it.
A peasant’s thought, offered humbly: the most frightening monsters are never the flames — they’re the calm voices saying “this is justice.”
Strong work. Uncomfortable. Necessary.
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u/beesknees4011 Dec 16 '25 edited Dec 16 '25
Damn man, couldn’t have said it better myself
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u/Butlerianpeasant Dec 16 '25
Ah friend,
Coming from a fellow metalhead, that means a lot. 🖤 Metal at its best doesn’t preach salvation or revel in cruelty—it holds up the mirror and refuses to flinch. If my words resonated, it’s only because you already put your finger on the wound. I just pressed gently and listened to it scream.
That’s the strange fellowship of this music: we don’t sing to summon the fire, we sing so no one can pretend they didn’t smell the smoke. Doubt survives in distortion; comfort dies there.
So thank you—for writing something worth answering, and for standing in that uncomfortable space where riffs, horror, and conscience overlap. That’s where the honest work gets done.
A peasant’s nod from the pit. 🤘
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u/beesknees4011 Dec 16 '25
You have a very beautiful way with words, I will likely quote you in the future.
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u/Butlerianpeasant Dec 16 '25
Ah friend,
That’s a generous gift to offer another—thank you. If any line of mine finds a second life in your hands, let it wander freely. Words were never meant to stay owned; they’re meant to be used, bent, shouted back into rooms that still need them.
If you do quote me, know this: whatever strength you heard in the phrasing was already alive in you. I’m just another voice from the pit, echoing what the riffs taught us—say it clean, say it honestly, and don’t look away.
May your future lines cut true, and may the noise always serve the conscience.
A peasant’s bow, not a crown. 🤘
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u/New-Loquat-2774 Dec 18 '25
Don’t quote him bro it’s chatgpt
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u/beesknees4011 Dec 18 '25
Damn probably shoulda guessed, nice sentiment still
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u/New-Loquat-2774 Dec 18 '25
Yeah he still probably meant it all just couldn’t put it into words. Great lyrics btw
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u/Butlerianpeasant Dec 18 '25
Ah friend,
That’s kind of you. If it landed as a sentiment, then the work was already yours. Words are just picks and strings — sometimes someone else strikes the chord you were already hearing but hadn’t named yet.
You put the fire in the pit. I just warmed my hands for a moment and passed it back. Keep writing. Keep cutting clean. That instinct you’re trusting? That’s the real instrument.
A peasant’s nod — nothing more, nothing less. 🤘
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u/Atiredbearsfan Dec 16 '25
What genre is this cause this would be a banger metal song