Burn - Cursed Earth, Mark Poida

Rise, back to your feet, take your seat at the head of the feast

One spark to ignite a paper throne, rats know when to flee from the heat

I sold my soul, I sold everything

The ground is barren, the wind has turned

Light a match and we’ll just watch it Burn

Please mercy, end the pain

Please mercy hold back the rain

Cut the eyelids from the face

So we can watch it Burn

Fight the will, light the match and watch it Burn

Tear down your structure and fall to your knees

Step from the misery to hellfire

Banish the shadow and bathe in the flames