The Cremator

There goes my hand Wrapped around your neck You shiver I rule I command May I crawl I'd wish to slither Need to control Furnace control My dear You shall visit The holy temple Through purifying fire I shall save you Oh the rope Tightly around your neck Those are my fangs This is my venom Poisoning me and others As my mind crumbles Need to control Furnace control UGH! My dear You shall visit The holy temple Through purifying fire I shall save you