Sound of Fire

Bodies melt to the sweet bliss

Of the devil's light that focuses,

On burning the soul of the decease

As the blood boils the fire well seize


Have you heard thier blissful sounds

Of screaming and singing of the fire's shroud?


The fire's grip is closing in for the kill

As we settle the final words fire instills

And as we falter we can hear the sound

of the sweet flames that burnt us down.

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