Fires of the Faithless

Tonight the wild hordes burned the timber mills

Charred to earth the festering slums upon hills

Burnt books, flags and holy sacraments

Psalms, chronicles and holy testaments.

Burn, burn, raging fires of the faithless tonight,

Turn off the lights; burn this glittering city of lights.

We cowered weeping in our tin houses

Our brothers, sisters and our spouses

Before they raped, desecrated, and rent

Us in the consuming fire of their discontent.

Burn, burn, raging fires of the faithless tonight,

Turn off the lights; burn this glittering city of lights.

Hey, gun-bearing sword-bearing men of hatred

Are not your holy books anymore sacred?

Do you realize the fires you start

Will tear this country and its people apart?

Burn, burn, raging fires of the faithless tonight,

Turn off the lights; torch this glittering city of lights.