The Pyromaniac 歌词

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