Of all the beasts in hidden caves
With hearts to burn and hell to raise
You are the spark that sets the blaze
And I, a victim, unafraid.

Of monsters hoarding gold and fire
What have I done to earn your ire?
I am not guilty, you whisper liar
And thus command I build the pyre

You accuse betrayal, and I am aflame
But I will not cry or plead in vain
I know you beast, I see your pain
So I forgive you once again

When I am ash, you return home
To your kingdom under stone
Sorrow weighing on your bones
The price of fury is to remain alone.