Fear before the march of flames,
fear before their heated pace.
Hear the steps as they approach,
feel the heat and feel the burn.
Tremble quietly there’s no pain,
praying softly for the rain.
The sun is rising there is no time,
it is now that you must hide.
Shy away from all that’s golden,
do it now, the god has spoken.
It is the light that will destroy you,
fear before the march of flames.