Dawn Ray'd - Wild Fire Lyrics

Is it duplicity,
A performative racist deceit,
Cheap shock theatre
To which we should pay no heed?
Or is this real?
The sincere language of cowards?
Like the denial of Peter the Apostle,
Ashamed of your master,
Of your pariahs gospel?

I cant help but smile
At the fascists curious insistence
Of demanding to have a master
And daring to call that resistance.

Run, like rats through a sewer,
Like roaches from torch-light run!
Fear now cold days light!

There is nothing in these songs
Of which to be ashamed,
Everything we sing about
I would just as plainly say.

For the noble flame of integrity
Will surely always win,
As dawn brings the reckoning.