[Verse 1] Oh, the scrolls inside were brighter, Than a thousand suns together, But the torches came to turn, Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn.
[Verse 2] The scholars cried in sorrow, “There’ll be no notes tomorrow!” But knowledge had no concern, Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn.
[Chorus] It doesn’t show signs of stopping, The papyrus ash is dropping, And since wisdom won’t return, Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn.
[Bridge] When we finally say goodbye, How we’ll miss all that Plato and Pi! But if history’s meant to die, Then we’ll watch the embers fly.
[Verse 3] All the scrolls are now a-cinder, The air’s a smoky tinder, But oh, how the flames still churn — Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn.
[Outro] No Aristotle’s learning, Just the glow of pages burning, And as the ages turn, Let it burn… let it burn… let it burn.