Somethings burning with flames like stormy seas of the sun Somethings woken and burned a thousand with its yawn Something flames trough us all its the age of fire Blood and ashes of before Somethings growing as does its ablaze Somethings near so burn with it Follow the fire amons desire The marquis of hell I am The no infernal legions I command The death of your god demand Somethings burning with flames like stormy seas of the sun Somethings woken and burned a thousand with its yawn