Burn o Burn, You shall,
You suffer…

Your towers light crimson and
your people be tougher…

Lights you see, will there be horizon
The Demon that slept, tis you have arisen…

Scorching be your bellows and nigh be thy mellows…
Burnth be your cattles and Burn be your horses…
Burnth be your carts and burn be your courses…

Burth thy grounds and burnth thy hounds…
Burnth thy boats and burnt thy ships

Scoches your land
and laied your crops…
Ashed the heaps and
Ashed the props…

Burnth so hot, burnth so high…
Not a spec of ash in sight. ey neigh…

No ruins no ash will there be seen…
No land no people nothing of the keen…

Lost will be the space and the Kin…
Lost will be the fellow due this sin…

The crimson it rises…
All high and mighty…
The heavens are dark…
So blimp and Nightly…

The stars are gone…
Luna has fled…
The nymphs are gone and…
And dread had wed…

From the towers to the rivers…
Not a soul that shivers…
The towers are gone
All silence no fawn…

I Burnt at stake…
you burn for life…
I burnt at stake…
For your strife…

Strife you shall…
Bicker all while…
It’s the Witche’s Curse
Not a sight of Smile…