March of Fire and Blood

Something will be burning tonight
But i can still feel the heat from that night

Instead of ash, that fire was breathing blood
People weren't dancing around

But were consumed by its light

Lying on the floor were dead souls
We didn't burn the evil,
Rather, it was feasting upon us 

Dead, though undeserved, were forced in a forever exile
While we who saw those horrors still live with the distress inside

-SR.