The gates of heaven are now closed
Not with sin, but the weight of truth
Above, the light has turned away
Below, perditions flame sweeps the earth
Hell is less a place of exile
But a pyre where evil burns
Ashes fall on unworthy altars
Built by those, who now seek clemency
The fire shall be the judge
Nor heed the voices of kings
It serves to strip all souls of lies
And leave behind what does not bend
Wretched tyrants fall from grace
Their bones lit red by sacred heat
No relic survives, no creed endures
When all are cast into the blaze
Monuments now bleed black smoke
Their stone unlearns the words they held
Sentiments collapse as rotting bark
And drift into the scorching air
They meet in flesh, in breath, in blood
And leave behind what does not bend
They meet in flesh, in breath, in blood
And only truth walks out unscarred
Let the flame be sword and spier
Have it scour the soul and sky
For in the ruin, there is renewal
And in the blaze, a world made whole