My Orison
Come fire; Come flames
Shade of vengeance
Come sack our dear land
Thou last hope
Come fire; Come flames
The street had long in need thee
Piss down your wrath, we thirst
Dish out your ire, we starve
Come fire; Come flames
Upon
Giants consuming our growth
Gluttons wolfing public gateau
gods in power!
Come fire; Come flames
Upon those who by strong hand
Separate us from loved ones
Become owners of our chattels
Exist to exit our existence
Come fire; Come flames
Barter our grieve with joy
The street had long in need thee
Spear young nor old not
Save those on angels’ side
Ravage wholly dear land
Upon a great revolution
We call!
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