Cleansing by Fire
The specter of death has hung above me
Entwined with a thin strand
That shall never be cut
Will I be able to return?
After the dance with the tongues of fire
Will the boiling caldron cleanse me?

In search of my own god
I haven't submitted to the majesty of nature
The quintessence of being
Pride and indulgence
Made me ugly
As a poet a philosopher and a human

Burn
Let the flame
Consume my soul completely

Cleansing by fire
For the filthiest races
Let annihilation be mercy
Cleansing by fire
For the most greedy ones
Let the world
Be free from us

Burnt at the stake
Will never return

Cleansing by fire
For the filthiest races
Let annihilation be mercy

Burnt at the stake
Will never return