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Fyre made flesh

On the Fields of Cremation

Comes the Chariot of Blackened Fyre

That brings fearsome Death

I am the Fyre that enters the temple and eats the hearts of the priests

I turn into ashes your offering, prayers to the false one

Curse You All that gave up sight!

Fall under that cross, image, dog

None of you shall look upon you me

I am the Horns of Death

The One who pours the End

Of flaming feathers and Ashes of Heavens

No Holy sang

As I, the Torture, walk through the Gardens of Ra

I am the One who walks on my own flesh

I drown you in streams of Hate

As I bathe millions in pain

Your strength melts under my gaze

I carry my Throne on Black Lava of Abominations

No Holy Name, No Seal, No Power closeth before my Fyre