Engulfing The Pure

You called it down a bloody wrath

A finger points to the distant horizon

You try to scream with bulging eyes

Your feet are frozen in your steady barren hole

A blinding light, a flash of heat

Those who are there are disintegrated instantly

Melted masses with an idiots' faith, you fall

Let it burn down, all hallowed ground

There are none that are exempt from this selection

I wear my mark, a wrinkled scar

A wound that's deep enough to call upon this judgement

Your God's a fool, and your prophet doomed

You think that soon you will awaken in the heaven

As you burn alive with all your brethren

And in this, the chosen have been cleansed

Unaware of their time

An eastern wind carries the sweet stench of disdain

May we mark it in flesh

With none alive, you are the witness, I am the fire

You are afraid, you should be, I am the burn

Your searing pain, I know it well, I am the fire

You are afraid, you should be, I am the burn

I am

Engulfing the pure

Engulf the pure

You can look inside yourself for the answers

But you will never know the purity of this hour