Let the candles burn out, and light anew. For we are the sinner's children, and the angel's father.
It thunders down way,
Lighting a spark to everything it touches.
A smile of the gods,
Brought,
To feast on the bones of whoever it pleases.
Fear thy anger of the lords,
As Heaven has sent down
A scorching river.
Hear it echo the mercy shown to none.
And the begging of many a dead spirits.
Cast upon a shadow of smoke,
Suffocating life.
Cast upon a shadow of mourn.
Of death.
Of cries.
Flow thy river,
Take our souls,
To the flame.
