Crucible

The edge of a word A furious whisper A threat and a promise In the black of the night Visions of terror And of recrimination No sleep and no dreaming The needles and lies We are what we always have been Now stripped of this concealing front Our nature descends We're gonna burn in the fire We're gonna burn in the fire A reckoning coming At the hands of the masters The first estate And the death machines An infinite funeral In circles proceeding A march everlasting Around our hearts Devil's advantage will reign A weapon for the craven dogs Like it's always been We're gonna burn in the fire We're gonna burn in the fire We're gonna burn in the fire We're gonna burn in the fire We're gonna burn in the fire We're gonna burn in the fire We're gonna burn in the fire