Almost seventeen years They had been living in peace Which made their conscience lazy Life was happily tuned To take it easy Seemed the golden rule
But again they ignored The tune Vesuvius scored A scream of raw distortion Glowing rocks he used as drums and cymbals And burning lava for his violins
The overture wasn't new But when they reached section two He had a special effect Which didn't look like a gag He tore Pompeii apart Crescending into part three He gave the encore for free
The warning born in unknown skies Was recognized too late Pompeii's lights had faded out The gods had closed their gates
The mountain opened up it's mouth It's breath was crimson gold
The day Pompeii died It was the devil's fair That morbid deal had been fulfilled Vesuvius raised his hands, 'THOU SHALT NOT KILL!'