from the fire only embers remain the last log s on the bonfire we should go on sire things have gone dire pray the church has got a strong spire i m not pious though i know the gods have one desire to purify via shrines with a song of fire prepare to enter a harmful world of embers of half remembered curses darker than the worst december forget your christmas card return to sender we never light yule logs we burn dissenters hurt em and dismember any wretched urchin who is too determined to surrender curb their temper through the nerve endings to the nervous centre i swing a broadsword at a lord of cinder and swipe left and right quick as if i m bored of tinder and all it takes is tinder to scorch a wall of timber the more you try to hide the stink the more it lingers like trauma muscle memory and sores on fingers it ll sting more than sticking splinters in your sphincter mortal men prepare for an awful winter where there ll be more claret spilled than an awkward vintner s wares you ll fall hard as if i ve kicked you down a set of stairs into infinite despair so enter if you dare  chilled fingers each rely on a spark to ignite the pyre summon fire from dark stoke the ash for embers fore they pry them apart smoke rises tiger of mind and lion of heart chilled fingers each rely on a spark to ignite the pyre summon fire from dark stoke the ash for embers fore they pry them apart smoke rises tiger of mind and lion of heart the land of lothric is gothic frothing with toxic hypnotic chaotic catastrophic stuff and all you ve got to stop it s what s in your pocket accurately calibrated rapping at a frantic pace in language antiquated chanting pages of the dankest phrases chained dance with a dancer s grace yours is a damned disgrace i balance chance and fate with a straight stance and gait don t aggravate i ll amputate and lacerate or strangulate til i decapitate and your atoms evaporate emancipate your plasma from its cells i ll incapacitate and stab your face til it s as see through as a sheet of acetate as a symbol of your sinful ways i hang you from a meat hook i m unkindled like they took away my ebook even the darkest souls are merely parts of a whole molten pieces cast in a mold he who s dealing the cards never folds keep on the path to your goal unroll a scroll and leave them charred into coal or dissolved into mulch in a hole out in the cold and with the whole of your self full of holes oh how does he do that always coming up with a new rap at a speed that s truly too fast while keeping it true to the boom bap true that i don t mean to brag i m just making up for what you lack pulling myself up by the bootstrap difficulty curves need a new graph i cherish the chance to perish advance correcting errors and vanquish terrors that dance in embers at camps ephemeral phantoms vanish as i replenish my flask remember the past then think ahead to the task it s vast summon embers from ash slashing a veritable path through the pantheon the wrath of a champion chilled fingers each rely on a spark to ignite the pyre summon fire from dark stoke the ash for embers fore they pry them apart smoke rises tiger of mind and lion of heart chilled fingers each rely on a spark to ignite the pyre summon fire from dark stoke the ash for embers fore they pry them apart smoke rises tiger of mind and lion of heart ash2