There is a flame I lit
Releasing souls, releasing souls again
A perfect fire to burn the land
Before they knew it, the sun had fallen
She is dumped on, used as an ashtray
And we cleanse the earth
It's a question of tomorrow
We like to breathe the ancient wind
The righteous go in blazing fury
That we have followed
At the expense of an organized association
Within the wrath, we wait
To be dirt again
And God will watch it burn
Bring it down
I see the stones in the path we laid
Boiling the water where the hydras were crawling
To bring it down