What do you mean?

WWhat do you need from me?

I am a poor soul of Pompeii

I'll give it as fast and high as the flame will rise

You’ll ask me to pray for rain
With ash in your mouth
You’ll ask it to burn again

I was coming back from what seemed like a ruin

 

It wasn't like a rain it was more like a sea

I didn't ask for this pain it just came over me
I love a storm, but I don't love lightning
All the waters coming up so fast it’s frightening

I tell you miserable things after you are asleep

I was afraid I’d eat your brains
Cause I am Evil