Nature's Burden

Burn it all
Burn it all
Burn it to the ground

Burn it down
Burn it down
What once was lost
Is found

It hurts Her eyes
And hurts Her heart
From this world
It must depart

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
It came, saw, conquered
And then was crushed

Here now
Gone tomorrow
It had its day
Left a trail of sorrow

Woe is Her

What lived by the gun
Will die by the pen
A stroke of irony
For the architect of sin

Burn it all

Burn it all

Burn it to the ground

Burn it down

Burn it down

What once was lost

Is found