Bring Me those heads

Bring me those heads,
Of the lords and of the vermin,
Ruling this land of ours,
With the preamble of dying sun.
Let us not burry their heads,
For they are filled to brims, with venom,
They would breed back to lawless jungles,
Out of this damp and terrain.
Instead incinerate them to air,
Allow the smoke turn to clouds,
Of this bad blood and vapour,
To rain them back to clean the stains,
Bring me those heads,
From every cardinal, O' Comrades.

-Aroon Che