When we turned up on Lord Fear's porch

Said, "Gis a job, we snipe and scorch"

And pretty soon, he said, "Burn down a Howse"

And as he perished in our flame

We hoped that we could raise our game

And set a blaze that ten lakes couldn't douse

We don't mind cooking dungeoneers

But we were always keen

To journey through the Mireworld and set light to a queen

Oh man you should have seen us

All our scales and meanness

Burning up the Maldame

She has had her day, hey hey, hey hey-ey

Flew across the Mire

Did our thing with fire

Sent her on her smoky way

La Reine Brûlée, hey hey, hey hey-ey

As time went by things did look up

Fear said that we could guard the Cup

But no one came to take it anyway

We missed our fireball attacks

We are born pyromaniacs

We like to raze our game, to torch our prey

We don't know if we're Bhal-Shebah

Or if we're Firestorm

But Lord Fear, oh he made our day when he said, "Burn Linghorm"

Oh man you should have seen us

Keenest of the keen, yes

Burning up the Maldame

She has had her day, hey hey, hey hey-ey

Just like oil and match ah

On a roof of thatch-er

Sent her on her smoky way

La Femme Flambée, hey hey, hey hey-ey...

Burning up the Maldame

Oh man you should have seen us

Just a brain between us

Burning up the Maldame

She has had her day, hey hey, hey hey-ey

Soared across the Mire

Couldn't wait to fry her

Sent her on her smoky way

La Reine Brûlée, hey hey, hey hey-ey