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When from behind their masks, the hidden eyes
Dispassionately view a land of fear,
And from the shadows disbelievers peer,
As heard from high the loud and foreign cries
From shrouded men who masquerade as wise
An insane message terrible and clear:
To them, obey or feel the fires that sear;
Abandon thought and heed the ancient lies.
Then all the fools are to destruction led,
As shrill the calls are shouted from the spires
And gleefully the faithful stoke the fires
As in the West sun sets in shades of red
And smoke that rises from the funeral pyres
Drifts over all the ashes of the dead.