Backworld Holy Fire
This place is thin
Feel the air escape
Passing through the thin membrane
Between the sacred and profane
We shall walk right out the void
And drink to the time destroyed
Passing through the thin membrane
Between the sacred and profane
The spirits fly and play
Near the coming of ascension day
Deep behind in a hallowed place
The impression of a face
The dead of holy war
Are the futures yet unborn
Pressed against thе thin membrane
Between thе sacred and profane
As the fire is burning
As the world is turning
As the world is burning, holy fire is churning
Holy fire is burning, as the world is turning
As the world is burning, holy fire is churning
The sky's alight with a violet flame
With forms and figures unmade
Moving silent with lock in hands
Enter into the holy lands
Feel the air escape
From another lonely grave
As the corpses dance and play
Near the coming of ascension day
As the master's descend to earth
So shall they rise again
They are the living and the dead
The final judgement shall be read
And those who are called by name
Will be touched by the violet flame
Will rip through the thin membrane
And to the sacred and proclaim
As the fire is burning
As the world is turning
As the world is burning, holy fire is churning
Holy fire is burning, as the world is turning
As the world is burning, holy fire is churning
