The Furnace - Martial Canterel

Growing more and more frightened

Crying as the whole nation lies

Fumbling with the bright knife edge

Futures darken with no reason why

Tranquil in your position

Cremate, all that remains is light

A flame to use

The first to the furnace are our friends

Growing less and less featured

Blurring as your whole body fries

Fumbling with a bright match head

Futures brighten with cloudless skies

Tranquil in your transition

Cremate, all that remains is fire

A flame to use

The first to the furnace are our friends

A life to lose

The first to the furnace are our friends