The lions of fire Shall have their hunting in this black land
Their teeth shall tear at your soft throats Their claws kill
O the lions of fire shall awake And the valleys steam with their fury
Because you are sick with the dirt of your money Because you are pigs rooting in the swill of your war Because you are mean and sly and full of the pus of your pious murder Because you have turned your faces from God Because you have spread your filth everywhere
O the lions of fire Wait in the crawling shadows of your world And their terrible eyes are watching you.