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In the howl of the empty wind

The invisible flame

As the mouth of injustice grins

Fire runs through my veins

The soul of the nation slowly withers

As the spring lays crushed beneath the hammer

My vision sears the crowded square

This routed place

I choose to expire

As the steel in my nerve sets in

I carry the cries

In my end a new world begins

It's not me who dies

You're all on the brink of compromise

Mass concessions in defeated eyes

A terrible kindness to break the thrall

I strike the match

And let it fall

Oppression, injustice, self-immolation

I am the inferno I am legion

Some run screaming

Some sit silently

An agonizing gift of charred humanity

My footsteps

They will echo through eternity

A seismic scorching outcry of indignity

I write my blackened name, carved into the wind

I fill your hearts with rage

I leave you ash and legend

Fire runs through my veins

Oppression, injustice, self-immolation

I am the inferno I am legion