A perfect fire to burn the land
And we cleanse the earth
I upon high
We like to breathe the ancient wind
Bring it down
And God will watch it burn
It's a question of tomorrow
There is a flame I lit
To be dirt again
She is dumped on, used as an ashtray
Within the wrath, we wait
Before they knew it, the sun had fallen
That we have followed
At the expense of an organized association

To bring it down
Boiling the water where the hydras were crawling

I see the stones in the path we laid
The righteous go in blazing fury
Releasing souls, releasing souls again