Vesuvius I

I was tired
 Had walked for miles
 Left my post
 Fled like a ghost
 When it started to rain
 At the inn, I hid my face
 He pulled her through the door
 Right then and there, I swore
 She was to be mine
 I can't just sit by
 Something shifts inside
 No more can I hide
 What made me iron?
 What put death in my eyes?
 I am the mountain of fire
 In my ashes, he'll die
 And over his grave, flowers and fruit will grow
 Bountiful, the wreckage left in my wake
 Threw the hatchet down
 Fingers hit the ground
 Blood splattered the crown
 Don't look back, just run
 His dogs are whipped and starved
 I won't simply be hung
 He will show no mercy
 I'll ask for no quarter
 He will show no mercy
 I'll ask for no quarter
 What made me iron?
 What put death in my eyes?
 I am the mountain of fire
 In my ashes, he'll die
 And over his grave, flowers and fruit will grow
 Bountiful, the wreckage left in my wake
 And over his grave, flowers and fruit will grow
 Bountiful, the wreckage left in my wake
 Bountiful, the wreckage left in my wake
 Bountiful, the wreckage...