Heart of gold

The heat comes from within
From the inner cave towards the outer rim
The heat is stored and cannot escape
It increases 'till the time is ripe

There's no relief
The entrance is closed
There's only grief
As the air is getting thin

There's only death for those that investigate
For those too curious to be saved from themselves

I am the mountain with the heart of fire
I am the hill that evolves into a plasma gun

I spit the burning earth in your direction
Until your homes look like the surrounding stones

No one can aid to push these boundaries
Once it's too late it will all explode again

My stream of death falls from the sky from the sky
Glowing red like the angry bloodmoon bloodmoon
All structures melt from my mighty glow
I'll burn to ashes those who come to close

Spitting death from high above
Astonishing and brutal
Igniting the air around me