Light the pyre, I have passed the scepter on
Consume my flesh with fire, the brethren will carry on
The voice from Heaven, words by which I stand
Against the masses, lusting for my end
Escape, the way of a lesser man
Suffer like the Master, death – rise again
Threaten with fire, the binding of hands
From my ashes like the phoenix, I will rise again
Proconsul of Smyrna, your visions as dark as night
86 years of serving my God, treading in His light
Gaze upon your destruction, hear the message proclaimed
Do as thou wilt, do not delay
You will see the grandmaster of flame
Away with the atheists, through fire I ascend
Away with the heretics, only to One my knee shall bend