Zonaria

The Pyromaniac

Zonaria


A beautiful art 
Of giving the light 
Obsessed by the power of fire 
Condemned to serve the unholy glair 

The joy of satisfying 
The inner wish for might 
When keeping the skills 
To disappear into the night¨ 

He heard a crying voice 
That was screaming for mercy 
His name will always be cursed 
This night he will strike 

The powers he hold 
The truth behind black eyes 
The Pyromaniac 
So cold in mind 

The secret untold 
He will always work alone 
When the sun fades away 
He wakes up to slay again 

The fire came from hell 
His anger and malice as well 

He heard a crying voice 
That was screaming for mercy 
His name will always be cursed 
This night he will strike 

The powers he hold 
The truth behind black eyes 
The Pyromaniac 
So cold in mind