(The Wrath and The Fear)
Clinging cinders from raging flames, are borne from a red hot ember
Inside the metropolises will be razed, for the urban guerrillas agenda
The insurgencies with incendiaries and kalashnikovs will run amok
It's their time, perhaps tonight, to readjust and turn back the clock
Executing deliriously barbaric plans, for the dragon has finally woke
Sending us to Hell, in the ash and smog, of the toxic burning smoke
In the hours of wrath and fear they will make unenlightened claims
Nothing will be left though, but the scorched earth of cities in flames
Fire will engulf us, for those mad messiahs will want to kill us all
Lest we bend the knee we're going to die in the nihilists pyres pall
And not even death will stop them, the bedlamite fire starters
Madness will be idolised and reborn in the usual myth of martyrs
Empires of evil will flourish as we hide and watch another city burn
Sending us into hellfire, if not tonight, then soon an evil eye will turn
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