At home in the eyes of the sun
spume of fire storming out from every lung
hanging in the crispy skies o’er sea and land
forest and meadows, wood and strand
looking over the forest with its hungry eyes
at the kindling from the heat of the searing skies
the aroma of the deadened earth down below
a taste of the gardens in the devil’s inferno
an invitation to dinner and to spread the flames
timber on the menu with fun and games
spreading fires as far as one can spread
to the ends of the earth and then to bed
see how high the flames can climb
lighting up the night up to satan’s shrine
fires of the beast oh beautiful night
down from the moon from a glorious sight
hell upon earth, the devil’s yard in view
forests burning as the wind came and blew
Such a scene I wish to never see,
the demolition of the earth from the pyro beast.
Please come back oh cooler days
and stay away beast of the devil’s ways.