I bleed as a wound ripped in my flesh
Slash destiny into each arm...
With blood, with fire

Dead blood flows from my veins
(My blood feeds the firestorm)
And withstands the spreading blaze


Before the harvest of souls
Death whets his gleaming scythe

The sound of stone on steel
And sparks as lightning across the sky
Fear not you righteous ones

Though Death is always the winner
He is also easily appeased...
Never fear the night

Never fear the darkness

My breath scorches like desert winds

Far above the reek and stench
Time will come to pay - hell won't be enough
Desire feeds the leaping flames


Firestorm - smoke rises to the sky
Entrenched bodies - frozen, charred stumps

Screaming in silence as echoes fade
The light of peace glows dying red


The civilized veneer is drawn like a curtain
Drawn for the next act of blasphemy
And falls when the course is crimson drenched