Sitting by the fire and I watch the flames grew high
Black smoke cleanses souls into the purgatory night
Darkness to the masses and I hear the people scream
As I feed them all to the man-eating machine

Walking through the valley of the shadow of the dead
A man in black with a scythe lead you to your grave
Smiling faces turns to grins, tie you to the pole
Torches lit your fate, flames that eat you whole

Can't stand the heat
So until we meet
I feel the fire
Lit your funeral pyre

Heroes weaken, turns to slaves right before my eyes
Distant glory smudged, crown of ancient kings
An unspeakable force brings you up again
Just to feel the flames sizzling in your head

I control the morning
I control the sky
I have spread the lies
That made you blind
Believes you have inside
Will cost your life

Hear the glory bell of heaven chiming out of tune
When the serpent calling taste the bitter fear
Language of the conqueror is the language of the dead
Pray to God - Your final day is here.

Shrouded in the mist lies the key to one and all
Hidden from the truths that Lucifer controls
Burning all the promises the future lies beyond
Phobia of death the fear of sanity
Wake up, time to die, all mankind, end is here
Starry eyes to thunder sky, hope no longer is
Sitting by the fire and I watch the flames fade out
Ash is what remains of your funeral pyre

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