The Fire

Deep in the woods, there was a fire. That burned with an evil desire. Desire to feed on the pain. A flame that would never retire. A pyre that would drive you insane, And it said...

"Why don't you cast yourself on me?" "I promise you won't feel a thing" "There's golden treasures underneath, you'll see" "Now please, give yourself to me"

Deep in the woods the fire grew higher The flesh would dissolve and expire But the bones and the ashes remained That cried out in vain And it said...

"Why don't you cast yourself on me?" "I promise you won't feel a thing" "There's golden treasures underneath, you'll see" "Now please, give yourself to me"

Deep in the woods, there's still a fire That will never grow weary or tired And draws closer and closer each day And In bed when you start to perspire Pray you don't hear that refrain Give yourself me...