Wrath, Borne a Chaos Flame (Acrid Tomb)

In the ancient times The witch’s essence concentrated Out of chaos swept The child was born Mothered into life Come, fair lady Set us all on fire now Let the night catalyze The end of light as we know It is fate yes it is Fell upon knees we will look above Bow to the flame since we could not love That which once had given us peace No point fleeing Out of flame was thy Daughter’s soul taken Into the cold How she writhed in pain Forlorn and resentful The witch’s power cast In the shadow of the chaos flame What’s left after her wrath incinerates you (what’s left) But ash Smoldering stain upon the earth She would not stop, no Let it out A centralized explosion Arcing out through the clouds Across the vast expanses Flame rained down A reckoning has come to bear The end of life upon the world The homes of families burning The wrath of armies came from her