Engulfing The Pure

<p>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</p><p>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</p><p>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</p><p>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</p><p>You can look inside yourself for the answers But you will never know the purity of this hour</p>