An invitation to clairvoyance
It's hard to stand around
And watch while they ignore us

She is dumped on, used as an ashtray
At the expense of an organized association
I see the stones in the path we laid

It's a question of tomorrow
We like to breathe the ancient wind that we have followed
A perfect fire to burn the land

Before they knew it, the sun had fallen
Boiling the water where the hydras were crawling
The righteous go in blazing fury

And we cleanse the earth to bring it down

Bring it down

And God will watch it burn
Releasing souls again
Within the wrath we wait
To be dirt again

There is a flame I lit
I upon high