Scaevola?s Fire
kindling intro
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One winterâs eve, in the burning cold
A new and wretched queen had taken hold
Gathering my wood for the evening fire
I saw the peopleâs health was growing dire
Rats in the streets, death in the air
And yet the people seemed so unaware
Sheâd brought the plague upon our town
And so I thought Iâd burn her castle down
- Álbum:
- Conflagrations