Alexis is Aflame

We won't forget you.

We made a promise.
Seared it across the sky in words of fire.
A thousand feet tall.
Boiled and broiled forth from your mouth.
A gout, a tongue, a torrent.
Sojourn on with our words imprinted on your flesh,
on your mind, on your very soul.
You don't need these machines,
we can heal ourselves.
You will be purified.

We are the sound.
But you'll burn first.
What is this I feel, I see, I hear?
There is nothing but anger here.
Come up and fight.
Children rule these lonesome roads,
with narrow hearts, and jaded faces.
They'll run the night on feet of clay,
they'll burn the unremembered places,
but they can never stay.

Do you wish to feel complete?
You want it, you need it.
Alexis burns, my dear.
Throw your voice up to the clouds,
and sing along.
The unforgotten song,
the lyrics of the soul.
I make no promise, understand -
but they might make you whole.

We will march on until the world is ash.
And all that remains is an unmarred sphere.
We'll turn the bastards into us,
and then our foes will disappear.
We've signed in blood,
there's no recourse.
There's no desire,
or remorse.
So sing, damn you.
Sing for your damnation.
Sing out, raise up your hands.
And watch her as she burns.

We won't forget you.