Crowpath - Seed Of Arson lyrics

Want to sleep to stories from his stepfather. This lullaby of drunken laughter created the son of sulphur. One day he stole and lighter and made up his first fire. But unlike the stories he got no publicity, no glory. His longing increased and he spent all money on gasoline and matches. Over the years we saw him transfer from small pyromaniac to one of the greatest in arson. He was the infected wound of this little town, the disease they resent. He wanted to be the master. He continued with the ambition to fulfill his mission.