Cannibal Corpse - Sentenced to Burn
Time: 0:13
Charisma to lead, speeches laced with hate
Leading the dense, the bovine human herd
Inherently stupid, the fools deserve this fate

having qualities (such as placidity or dullness) characteristic of oxen or cows
Heard in 18 songs (23M+ combined views) — most famously in "Sentenced to Burn" by Cannibal Corpse.
Updated September 21, 2026
Time: 0:13
Charisma to lead, speeches laced with hate
Leading the dense, the bovine human herd
Inherently stupid, the fools deserve this fate

Time: 2:40
Unfit for human consumption
An appetite for bovine destruction
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Time: 0:56
Freezer bride, your sweet divine
You devour like smoked bovine hide
How funny, I never considered myself tough

Time: 1:06
X X X X L!
Yes, if you're looking from a bovine point of view,
I sure can

Time: 2:32
There is no future, no time
Look at yourself, don't be so bovine
Courage used to be somethin' that I couldn't find

Time: 1:06
Blended with opium and bamboo
Bovines become addicted too
Turning into narco-prostitutes

Time: 0:45
He's a cream colored, beefy brawn
Full-fledged, four-footed bovine celebrity
Who's gonna ride Bodacious?

Time: 0:28
We've seen how sick wind blows,
But I've got your bovine eyes.
And I'll love you like i love you when i die.

Time: 5:28
Nova meat
The prude slit whispers of bovine heaps
Strapped to unearth of mantis flowers

Time: 1:55
What else'll make ya prematurely show your age?
What else'll take a run at you in a fit of bovine rage?
May you always have cows around

Time: 0:08
The livings fine, when the springtime's kind
To a bovine raisin' man
Well, they sort 'em, and stretch 'em, and tail 'em down

Time: 3:35
Like *mwah* I do it with tongue this time
And take that bovine blood out your wine
And take that statue back to the lab it was created at

Time: 0:17
The image dance starts once again
They shuffle with a bovine grace and glide in syncopation
Just living lines from books we've read

Time: 0:18
I wonder if I ever even cross her mind
Then she ran away with Billy Bovine
He was a flat-top guitar-pickin' friend of mine

Time: 2:21
Like a matador
The stained glass of bovine eyes
Can see right through every tombstone lie

Time: 0:29
Would you invite me to your club
And risk a cruel bovine snub?
Would you lead me down the receiving line

Time: 0:06
Bovine hide and bloodshot eyes
5 o'clock comes early in the summertime

Time: 0:23
Seen eighty-five years through a cow horse's ears
Whilst chasing the wild bovines
Yeah, you thought they're all gone
