Ignea - Jinnslammer
Worships are done, devoted gun
Is our preacher, tactile sin-eater
In my new country, borders are torn
I, own, a, world
Flame in the weapons, flame in the veins
Ardent and scary, this is my faith
Ashes and smoke, left from a mob
I, own, a, world
Strike a match, let's make it bright
Burn all lanterns at one time, may they wish they were in hell
There's no smoke without a fire
There's no change without being rebel, I tell










