• Oh, how elegantly doth the fires burn,
    Their deep passion, a dance without concern.
    The crackle of their movement
    A warmth that feels hell-sent

    But, oh how we adore,
    That macabre dance we abhor
    The joy of destruction and chaos,
    Such a vile passion deep inside us.

    Burn, burn to the ground!
    That breath of Cerberus, Hell’s hound!

    Watch it dance and horribly maim,
    A wonderful spirit we cannot tame,
    Yet we all know it by dearest name,
    Our sweet, beloved mistress and destroyer, the Flame.