Lyrics

**Verse 1**
We are Toastie, kings of the night,
Scott on the mic, with his voice taking flight.
Paul on the bass, with a deep, rumbling tone,
And Wasp on the drums, with a plot all his own.

**Pre-Chorus**
The village gala was ripe for the thrill,
But darkness crept in, unseen, with a chill.
A tremor in the air, a warning not heeded,
Wasp on his throne, his wrath now needed.

**Chorus**
Wasp’s vengeance, the night of the swarm,
A storm of stingers, and the crowd was torn.
Paul’s bass rumbles, suspecting the game,
Scott’s voice echoes, but he’s unaware of the pain.
Wasps descending, reinforcements in the sky,
Who could imagine so many would die?

**Verse 2**
Scott sings on, blissfully blind,
While Paul glances over, something’s not right.
Wasp’s eyes burn with a fire untamed,
His bass drum trembling, a beast yet unnamed.

**Pre-Chorus**
Then came the swarm, a plague unleashed,
From Wasp’s drum, their fury increased.
The first wave struck, chaos ensued,
But more were coming, an army renewed.

**Chorus**
Wasp’s vengeance, the night of the swarm,
A storm of stingers, and the crowd was torn.
Paul’s bass rumbles, suspecting the game,
Scott’s voice echoes, but he’s unaware of the pain.
Wasps descending, reinforcements in the sky,
Who could imagine so many would die?

**Bridge**
Scientists puzzled, but they’ve found no trace,
Of how Wasp called forth his deadly race.
Was it madness, or something more?
A curse from the depths, or a silent war?
The victims lay wounded, their bodies frail,
As Wasp disappears, leaving no trail.

**Chorus**
Wasp’s vengeance, the night of the swarm,
A storm of stingers, and the crowd was torn.
Paul’s bass rumbles, suspecting the game,
Scott’s voice echoes, but he’s unaware of the pain.
Wasps descending, reinforcements in the sky,
Who could imagine so many would die?

**Outro**
Now Toastie is infamous, the terror they brought,
With Wasp in the shadows, a tyrant unsought.
The band played on, but the memory remains,
Of that fateful night, when the wasps brought their pains.
Scott’s voice still lingers, Paul’s bass still hums,
But the mystery of Wasp, no one ever becomes.