Cleansing
by: Fire
I've been roped in by a god again
to put in some dirty work
On a heathenous den of cunning and sin
where the killing is simply a perk
Ravenous rage flows like ink on a page
as my flames lick the edges of night
The war that I wage brings an end to this age
lit by the souls I ignite
Brimstone and fire on the funeral pyre
so they have nowhere they can run
Going scorched earth to promote its rebirth
fulfilling the word of the Son
Burning and burning and quenching the yearning
of lost souls who race to their grave
The gods are so vengeful but their rage is essential
to enlighten the souls that they save
Flames are still soldiering on the fields that lay smoldering
and the ashen air fills up the skies
You can hear the ground crackle like the laugh of a jackal
under the gaze of their angry red eyes
They call on me and I come to be
to feast on the masses again
Eating your city without any pity
I came to cleanse all your sin