Lyrics: Beneath the night’s obsidian veil Where whispered secrets softly wail A jungle pristine, yet doomed to fade Its beauty cursed by plans I’ve laid With dainty care, I pour my art A trail of ruin, a pyromancer’s heart Through tangled roots and foliage thick My handiwork is slow but slick (Burn the sick) How sweet the wait, this art of mine A tapestry of flammable wine Each tendril drawn, each path aligned To birth a blaze of grand design Oh, what a web I’ve spun tonight To paint the jungle in firelight The hive looms close, their wretched hum (Murder a bum) A symphony of what’s to come Through verdant halls and shadowed trees I stitch my fate with devilish ease Method and madness intertwine Till I decree, “This world is mine!” Grand design! How sweet the wait, this art of mine A tapestry of flammable wine Each tendril drawn, each path aligned To birth a blaze of grand design (Watch them pine!) Oh, what a web I’ve spun tonight To paint the jungle in firelight (Burn it right) Behold. The match ignites the spire The jungle bows to cleansing pyres Flames leap high, their hungry maw A roaring hymn, perfection’s law The hive’s in ash, the jungle writhes Have I robbed Archnemesis of life? (Fate’s cruel knife!) Plot armor shields your sorry doom But fire will crack that brittle tomb!
Lyrics:
Beneath the night’s obsidian veil
Where whispered secrets softly wail
A jungle pristine, yet doomed to fade
Its beauty cursed by plans I’ve laid
With dainty care, I pour my art
A trail of ruin, a pyromancer’s heart
Through tangled roots and foliage thick
My handiwork is slow but slick
(Burn the sick)
How sweet the wait, this art of mine
A tapestry of flammable wine
Each tendril drawn, each path aligned
To birth a blaze of grand design
Oh, what a web I’ve spun tonight
To paint the jungle in firelight
The hive looms close, their wretched hum (Murder a bum)
A symphony of what’s to come
Through verdant halls and shadowed trees
I stitch my fate with devilish ease
Method and madness intertwine
Till I decree, “This world is mine!”
Grand design!
How sweet the wait, this art of mine
A tapestry of flammable wine
Each tendril drawn, each path aligned
To birth a blaze of grand design (Watch them pine!)
Oh, what a web I’ve spun tonight
To paint the jungle in firelight (Burn it right)
Behold. The match ignites the spire
The jungle bows to cleansing pyres
Flames leap high, their hungry maw
A roaring hymn, perfection’s law
The hive’s in ash, the jungle writhes
Have I robbed Archnemesis of life? (Fate’s cruel knife!)
Plot armor shields your sorry doom
But fire will crack that brittle tomb!