Mompha termina

I am marching
We are marching
Your eyes, your burning eyes
Can not take this knowledge from me
We will explode
The fire will consume us
And the air will smolder with our memory
Sweet is the flame, sweet is the flame
We raise our arms in praise
We are all marching
Those eyes, those lovely eyes
Can not fool me
We will explode
The fire devours
The fire devours
Devours all of us