I have a troop of firecats hunting
With claws incandescent and whiskers flaring in the night

Now ev’ry statue steps forth from its pedestal
Unclenching hands for millenia frozen

Marble voices raise me, my flaming wings held wide
And I raise my golden fist as a new sun in the sky

And all the hosts of the old ways, dark and holy gods alike
Shake at the coming of my soul, singing like a shotgun
A new Host to break the night