I am the wrath of ages
I am the rage of kings
I am the fury of fate
Pleasing with the punishment of pain and suffering
I was born burning
As I was born to burn
Lay waste to all in ashes
And make the world an urn
Scream patience to my converted
But they will never learn
For to feed their sorrowful hatred
Is all they will ever yearn
“Don’t Tell Me To Calm Down!”
They take refuge in the sanctifying fury of my flame
Their tempers sweltering ablaze
As they find a hapless victim to blame
Let envy feed your vanity
Let sloth weigh down your soul
But I shall consume you eventually
When rage devours you whole
Now my sweet sister pride
She likes you arrogant and blind
But I love your eyes wide open
As you destroy in you the kind…
Patient, tempered and sweet
Leaving only the hate and the mean
Those angry, selfish, seeds of me
Those very delectable tools I need
To burn your souls to cinders,
Leave you molten and without mercy
And watch you conform to my creed
Every hate-fuelled act filling you with vengeful glee
Save but for me
Hell Hath No Fury,
Threats of its eternal torment
Naught but meaningless futility
So burn dear child
Drown willingly in me
Let your fury run wild
For now and all eternity
I am the wrath of ages
I need no other names
I shall burn foreverlasting
And nothing can assuage my flames
Arc 