Somethings burning with flames like stormy seas of the sun
Somethings woken and burned a thousand with its yawn
Something flames trough us all its the age of fire
Blood and ashes of before
Somethings growing as does its ablaze
Somethings near so burn with it
Follow the fire amons desire
The marquis of hell I am
The no infernal legions I command
The death of your god demand
Somethings burning with flames like stormy seas of the sun
Somethings woken and burned a thousand with its yawn
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