Hear our flesh speak of death
With thousand tongues of fire
Violently they rip through
Unsatisfied desires
Flammable is our flesh
Waiting for the sparkle
Pyle of leaves set ablaze
Turning into charcoal
Into the realms of fire
Volcanic bleed
Wild burning will
Consuming greed
Apocalypse
Bodies breathe clouds of smoke
They have bowel movements
Fireballs sprout from inside
Devastating all around
Magma grows underground
Fissures start to overflow
Squirting mouths bursting out
The final end that waits for all
These are the realms of fire
We’re still just beasts
Inferno is here
