Alchemisland

Show you that inferno is real, don’t mean Burnout

Down this tunnel, walls take a feel and you’ll get burnt, ow!

Skin gets peeled where sinners appear when life reaches arrears

See you backing out the rear, the real of those screams reaches your ears

High turnover, fat earnings, my pockets burning

Cloak turning is hole earning

Birnam wood moving, head turning

Burning wood, witches with stitches on gurneys

In a lake of fire for all eternity

Burnham I don’t mean bo

Burn him, aeon Ifrit flow

Burning the boats on the coast

How’s that for a hello?

Sixth sensing I need to kick some sense in

Relieve this tension, make you past tense

Hasten your cell senescence, then smoke my sensi it’s pleasant

Arrive in heaven in Death’s best Bentley.