The fire fades
Father’s fears
Rushing in
Rending minds
Tearing flesh
Men rising up
Calling out
Begging, praying
So easy to rouse
Story falling
From your lips
Pale and shadowy
Telling of flame
A continuing age
The crowning of kings
Of ash and cinder
Stoking on the kiln
And the men come
And you rule
And the fire burns
An honorable son
Hail the sun, and its flame!
Hail the moon, and its flame!