An iron cage entraps him
Barred from all light and beauty that ever his eyes looked upon
Life has left him far behind in the billowing blackness of a time long gone
By fire he was made and by fire he once again shall rise to take his throne
But that too would be a punishment to his soul
His eyes once bright with the fire of youth now doomed to see no more
The sun that he used to greet each morning as he woke from his troubled slumber he greets only with the groan of unbearable pain
For in his kingdom of eternal fire and darkness there is no sun to bath his pallid face in light or to return to him that beauty of which he once boasted.
Now instead of hearing the songs of birds at first light he only hears the sound of a thousand souls perishing in anguish.