Paradise shall decline.

Tarnished, we hath become for too long

Hatred, hath engulfed kindly hearts

Fire, rid us of our laments

Under your name, Mother Fire, burn them with our wrath.

Behold

From our Temple of Cinder

We call to thee

Black metal warriors of ember'd lands

Raise your blades up high

Let us praise

The Singed Queen

Ruler of Ashen Souls.

Fairy Godmother of Wrath

Sever their feet

A chandelier of vengeance

Shall be offered in praise

Crush their wicked skulls

'neath thy pantoufles of glass

In a dress of porcelain

To a manslaughter'd ball.

Behold

From our Altar of Cinder

We call to thee

Ashen Souls of the betrayed

Never deter at the sight their charms

For a beauty so depraved

Now let us praise the true one, fair Mother Flame.

Burn

Cendrillon, fiery goddess

Scorch our foes as thou hath scorched thy wretched step-kin

Gouge their eyes with pigeon'd beaks

And deliver onto them a Promised Land in flames.

The white sun now kisses us

As it once done in a bygone epoque

Now her light fell 'pon a selfish kingdom in ash,

Oh, Goddess of Fire and Wrath

From the ashes in which we've emerged

We fairy godchildren in thine image.