III. Cleansing Fire

Bury the blade Deeper Closer to its end Spin it faster Set the flames higher And burn every last one of them Feed me their ashes And let them smolder until Spring comes Mad men grow weary as they pursue their absolutes Index turnovers bring catastrophes All that's Left will consume itself Burn every last one of them... Every last one of them... All that's Left will consume itself Every form of expression made vile Complacent in their absolutes Blind with derision They have turned on their brethren As they revel in anarchy Violence breeds violence Left becomes might Left becomes Right Silenced voices harken for turmoil As they light their torches They call for blood They call for soil... Burn every last one of them Set the flames higher And let them smolder until Spring comes... Burn every last one of them Burn Burn Higher Thoughts Prayers Set the flames higher Thoughts Prayers Higher