Originally Posted by DameFraMorkum

Through the woods I wander
To Fantoft- Stave
A can of gasoline, heavy on my arm
Will never weigh heavy on my heart

My hand finds the match
I only strike twice
...and wait...

The fire is an orchestra
The gasoline, the composer
Leading the musicians into every corner
Preparing for their beautiful symphony

I can hear the crackling of fire and wood
See the flames ominous jig lighting the night sky

I only take a moment to curse the plague
Once brought here by foreign ships
To take lives and gather souls

A haze of smoke glazes my eyes
Yet I cry for more