Dusk - Rage

And his fire was as a Volcano's wrath, and with heart was as all the molten core of the earth sprung forth in murderous rage; rage that would consume all.

You are impressed by its terrible tyranny

Destruction spews forth from its monstrous maw

Which brings death, 

Only.

The tyrants screams "Off with their heads",

and fire smites the traitors to his crown

He is a sleeping beast,

His Stomach churning for a thousand years

Waiting to vomit burning death into the world of his servants

You worship him

And your payment is fire

All enveloping, burning fire

Your heart is ablaze but will soon turn to ashes

Ashes to ashes,

Dust to dust.