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...