Solace of the Flame

All hail the cleansing fire All hail its wrath All hail the desolation Left in its path The cursed flames so hungry On the sacred they feed As a tool and a weapon They meet our need Torch Burn without mercy Scorched There will be no remains The night Veiling suspicion Fire Burn your tradition to the ground Stare deep into the fire And feel it take hold You are locked in entrancement Beyond your control We were told it’s the devil But it delivers from them And it flames bring our freedom Again and again