Within The Flame

Wicked fear each grain of sand that falls
Through the narrow, glassy chute
As the mound beneath builds slowly higher
Judgement will your cries refute
Judgement will your cries refute

Fix upon your mind the words fortold
“Earth awaits but for the meek”
Tremble you who live in selfish want
Not to help the poor and weak
Not to help the poor and weak

Leave your cursed ways and break away
Cast upon the dust your chains
Heed these words or face this dire fate
Judgement comes within the flame
Judgement comes within the flame