You called it down A bloody wrath A finger points to the distant horizon You try to scream With bulging eyes Your feet are frozen in your steady barren hole A blinding light A flash of heat Those who are there disintegrated immediately Melted masses with an idiots faith you fall
Let it burn down All hallowed ground There are none that are exempt from this selection I wear m mark A wrinkled scar A wound that's deep enough to call upon this judgment Your god is a fool And your prophet is doomed You think that soon you'll awaken in the heavens As you burn alive with all your brethren
And in this, the chosen have been cleansed Unaware of their time An eastern wind carries the sweet stench of decay May we mark it in flesh
With none alive, you are the witness, I am the fire You are afraid, you should be, I am the burn Your searing pain, I know it well, I am the fire You are afraid, you should be, I am the burn
I am Engulfing the pure Engulf the pure
You can look inside yourself for the answers But you will never know the purity of this hour.