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Pyromancer (feat. Isolate.exe)
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Metal
Pyromancer (feat. Isolate.exe) was released on December 5, 2025 by Krod Records as a part of the album Pyromancer (feat. Isolate.exe) - Single
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Release DateDecember 5, 2025
LabelKrod Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM168

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
XO Armor
XO Armor
Performer
David Paucken
David Paucken
Electric Guitar
Christian Hendges
Christian Hendges
Lead Vocals
Luca Schwartz
Luca Schwartz
Electric Bass Guitar
Robin Budde
Robin Budde
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Paucken
David Paucken
Songwriter
Christian Hendges
Christian Hendges
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Jung
Daniel Jung
Producer

Lyrics

McLaren Senna,
Dragonslayer in the passenger,
In my trunk, there's a chokehold in a canister.
Ghost-riding to your location, I'm a vanquisher,
And I'mma shatter like a molotov once I get there.
This city's lit by a blood moon,
Just to match my mood.
Light the gas up under my shoe,
So I can get faster to you,
The tires swoosh,
As I drift through the monsoon.
Double barrel in my grip is heavily preggy with twins and imma bust 'em in a bitch.
I'll set your whole world ablaze,
Sent me to hell, now I reincarnate as the chaos flame.
Griffith to my guts,
Blood burning like gasolina,
Found your whereabouts and now I'm sitting in a
McLaren Senna,
Dragonslayer in the passenger,
In my trunk, there's a chokehold in a canister.
Ghost-riding to your location, I'm a vanquisher,
And I'mma shatter like a molotov once I get there.
I am the pyromancer,
Pyromancer,
Pyromancer,
Fucking yell it with me,
I'm the pyromancer,
Pyromancer,
Pyromancer,
Pyromancer.
Blood scorching,
I'm the black swordsman,
Mix gall and napalm and my head pops out the cauldron.
I'm getting closer,
better gather all your potions,
I'm gonna hand over control from mind to emotions,
Watch me go berserk in this bitch,
Once my urge for vengeance's lit,
I'mma turn all that lives,
Into earth like the Lich,
I'm a lindwurm with the shits,
Lava churns when I spit,
Volcano Manor my crib,
I'll smoke you like a cig.
I'll incinerate you, skin blistering,
And then I'll dance around the pyre like rumpelstiltskin.
Every living thing has a purpose to serve,
Your's is to fill an urn and fire's is to burn.
McLaren Senna,
Dragonslayer in the passenger,
In my trunk, there's a chokehold in a canister.
Ghost-riding to your location, I'm a vanquisher,
And I'mma shatter like a molotov once I get there.
I am the pyromancer,
Pyromancer,
Pyromancer,
Fucking yell it with me,
I'm the pyromancer,
Pyromancer,
Pyromancer,
Pyromancer.
Pyromancer making suns scorched,
Homies blow up,
If you wanna get down,
You just gotta show up.
Written by: Christian Hendges, David Paucken
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