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 are disintegrated instantly
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 my mark, a wrinkled scar
A wound that's deep enough to call upon this judgement
Your God's a fool, and your prophet doomed
You think that soon you will awaken in the heaven
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 disdain
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
