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

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