Your hair dances, a firestorm
Eyes shine, grey of wisdom's stone
Every move you make is fireborn
You float with grace, you stand alone
I always hoped I’d call you mine
But now, and always, I am yours
Goddess of beauty, mind divine
I offer all this blood that pours
Let it be forever thine
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 9:24 PM UTC
Your hair dances, a firestorm
Eyes shine, grey of wisdom's stone
Every move you make is fireborn
You float with grace, you stand alone
I always hoped I’d call you mine
But now, and always, I am yours
Goddess of beauty, mind divine
I offer all this blood that pours
Let it be forever thine
