My Orison

Come fire; Come flames

Shade of vengeance

Come sack our dear land

Thou last hope

Come fire; Come flames

The street had long in need thee

Piss down your wrath, we thirst

Dish out your ire, we starve

Come fire; Come flames

Upon

Giants consuming our growth

Gluttons wolfing public gateau

gods in power!

Come fire; Come flames

Upon those who by strong hand

Separate us from loved ones

Become owners of our chattels

Exist to exit our existence

Come fire; Come flames

Barter our grieve with joy

The street had long in need thee

Spear young nor old not

Save those on angels’ side

Ravage wholly dear land

Upon a great revolution

We call!