Fires of the Faithless

Tonight wild hordes burned the timber mills
Charred the festering slums upon hills
Burnt books, flags and holy sacraments
Psalms, chronicles and sacred testaments.

Burn, burn, raging fires of the faithless tonight,
Turn off the lights; torch this glittering city of lights.

We cowered weeping in our tiny tin houses
Our infant children, sisters and spouses
Before they raped, desecrated, burnt and rent
Us in the consuming fire of their discontent.

Burn, burn, raging fires of the faithless tonight,
Turn off the lights; torch this glittering city of lights.

Hey, I ask, sword-bearing men full of hatred
Are not your holy books to you anymore sacred?
Do you realize your women and children;
Are future preys of these faithless men?

Burn, burn, raging fires of the faithless tonight,
Turn off the lights; torch this glittering city of lights.