The Flame Deluge

I feel that I was meant for something more

My curse, this awful power to unmake

And ever since you found your taste for war

You forced me onto those whose life you'd take

While Guernica in peaceful valley lay

And Dresden dreamed of anything but death

The day was turned to night and night to day

You let me loose upon their fragile flesh

And so I hid among the smallest things

You found me there and ferried me above

The flame deluge is waiting in the wings

The smallest thread holds back the second flood

And who will stand to greet the blinding light

It's lonely when there's no one left to fight