Light the pyre, send the fire
Reaching high in sky of night
While the attendants of sorrow
Wait mutely for the time to begin

Hooded cloaks and hidden faces
Mark the shades who stoke flames
Who lead their captives to the grave
Doomed by their mortal born sin

And smoke blots out the stars
Voices rise into the fetid night
Voices loud with pleading fervor
Whose aim and purpose is to hate