At a Distance - III. Cleansing Fire Lyrics

Bury the blade
Deeper
Closer to its end
Spin it faster

Set the flames higher
And burn every last one of them

Feed me their ashes
And let them smolder until Spring comes

Mad men grow weary as they pursue their absolutes
Index turnovers bring catastrophes
All that's Left will consume itself

Burn every last one of them...

Every last one of them...

All that's Left will consume itself
Every form of expression made vile
Complacent in their absolutes
Blind with derision
They have turned on their brethren
As they revel in anarchy

Violence breeds violence
Left becomes might
Left becomes Right

Silenced voices harken for turmoil
As they light their torches
They call for blood
They call for soil...

Burn every last one of them

Set the flames higher
And let them smolder until Spring comes...

Burn every last one of them

Burn
Burn
Higher

Thoughts
Prayers
Set the flames higher

Thoughts
Prayers
Higher