In an ancient era, two brothers descended upon Equestria plotting to seize the magic from its lands.
One, a gargoyle, saw the light of friendship and besought his partner, a centaur, to alter his course, but to no avail.
The centaur refused to bend. Betrayed his brother, he was captured by the Princesses and imprisoned in the depths of Tartarus.
There, he was left to suffer, his rage to fester, over the course of centuries.
Once, Cerberus left his post. Then the centaur took his leave, plotting his revenge and gathering his power under the cover of night.
Ponies of Equestria now face an ancient fear as the terror of Tirek's returns draws near.

Standing ten feet tall, making quakes where my hooves fall
I pity the princess who wants to make a call
Yeah you think I've reached my limit
But I can still get higher
And I hope you got insurance 'cause we're gonna set this place on fire
We're gonna set this place on fire
Ow

Twilight's got something that's rightfully mine
If I have to smack a bitch, then that'll be just fine
Don't complain to me if your house becomes a pyre
I don't care to disagree; I'm just gonna set this place

We gon' smoke it up, we smoke it up, we smokin' up the treehouse
We throwin' up debris now, the library's on fire
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire on the dancefloor
You're flying in a bad storm tonight

(Burn baby burn)
Oh, I'll take you to burn
(Burn baby burn)
Yeah
My quest for domination will grant you libation
We start with inflammation; you'll plan evacuation, uh
Run all you please and I'll still have my fun
If you check the degrees we're at 451

We gon' smoke it up, we smoke it up, we smokin' up the treehouse
We throwin' up debris now, the library's on fire
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire on the dancefloor
You're flying in a bad storm tonight

Aw yeah,
MC Moldy Cheese up in this bitch.
Now it's time for the rap verse.

Twilight Sparkle
If you wanna throw down, then get ready for a poundin'
I'm supercharged, don't disregard, your feathers will be grounded
Deletin' more works than a Derpibooru mod
Heatin' up the floor, I don't need no sun god
Pack your bags, prep your ass, and get ready for some fire pain
'Cause you're about to take a trip down Clubber Lane
Won't be opaque, these hooves ain't fake, 
I got the mood for making T. Pancakes

We gon' smoke it up, we smoke it up, we smokin' up the treehouse
We throwin' up debris now, the library's on fire
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire on the dancefloor
You're flying in a bad storm tonight

Have we started the fire?
Yes, the fire rises

I don't need a fuckin' library card if the library's charred

I am not an ordinary guy, burning the house

Why is the library on fire? Oh, fuck, why would they do this to us?
Just goes to show, they're fucking ruining the show. Fuck, man.
First the wings, and now this shit.
Fuck the Super Saiyan shit. Where are my comfy ponies. Where is my slice of life?
(Thanks, but I'm not sure that's appropriate for a wedding, is it?)
That's not slice of life. That doesn't count. Where's my-

Fire (x4)