Karl Jenkins Angry Flames
Pushing up through smoke
From a world half darkened
By overhanging cloud
The shroud that mushroomed out
And struck the dome in 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