Ritual Fire Hymn

Bring back the storms,

let it strike I’ll ride it out,

sitting here tonight

Missing and murdered, where did they go

I’m out there now,

finding them all

No one will be missing or hidden in God’s eyes (ahhhh)

And I hear

screaming in the distance

Loud noises smashing things

Bring back the storms,

let it strike

I’ll ride it out,

sitting here tonight No one will be missing or

hidden in God’s eyes (whoa)

Little girls and boys playing around

They are dead and they are talking now They have places to

run, places to hide

Not right before someone took their lives

Lifting them up into trees,

different mechanisms The children watch,

wondering if they went through it Their memory taken back,

they can’t remember it (whoa wait a minute)

Bug, you see this time I’m out there too

My soul’s split, even the ones out of me too

I’ve become an army and surround them My astro projections protect the

dead where they dwell

You who have taken all these lives,

you will be forsaken

How dare you take a life away from me

It was beauty

for all the world to see

Sit in and rot in your own decay

Even after I go,

I’m pretty sure most will follow me