Hymn of Fire

Oh master of the powers of the air Who comes as a lion Great serpent of the garden Hear my call, oh Satan Burn from my sight the false Strike from the Earth the pompous Hordes of the weak and shallow Begging for the sword And when the fires rain And the kingdoms burn The rivers red with blood Funeral pyres ablaze The sun black in the sky Blotted out by smoke And the killing continues Until there’s nothing left Archangel of darkness Here there is no hope The undeserving sit high upon their thrones Fat pigs to bring to the slaughter Burn from my sight the false Strike from the Earth the pompous Hordes of the weak and shallow Begging for the sword And when the fires rain And the kingdoms burn The rivers red with blood Funeral pyres ablaze The sun black in the sky Blotted out by smoke And the killing continues Until there’s nothing left