Creation of Fire

These dark walls have imprisoned me
Screams of hysteria from beyond
Drawn in the gutter by bloodied hands
Unseeing eyes, mental comatose

I want to see them burn
Creation of fire, eternal desire

Tormented masses, caravan of doom
Legs are marching to the sounds of destruction
Weak flesh and brittle bones
Dead but walking, minds turned to stone

Feed the flames with no regrets
Pray for mercy as this dark sun sets

The skies lit up with nauseating flames
Twisted silhouettes vanish in pain
At the end of these times, there's no deus ex machina
The cogwheels of abolishment will continue on