Lyrics The Furnace - Martial Canterel

The Furnace

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