The Armed Man (Ensemble Version): VIII. Angry Flames

Pushing up through smoke From a world half darkened by overhanging cloud, The shroud that mushroomed out And struck the dome of the sky, Black, red, blue, Dance in the air, Merge, scatter glittering sparks already tower over the whole city. Quivering like seaweed The mass of flames spurts forward. Popping up in the dense smoke, Crawling out wreathed in fire, Countless human beings on all fours, In a heap of embers that erupt and subside, Hair rent, Rigid in death, There smoulders a curse.