In the fire,
through the smoke,
her song calling me.
In the far, far away.
Lost her once,
never again.
Why'd he take her?
She had became too beautiful.
Her beauty grew the trees,
and moved the waves.
At least to me.
Her beauty smolders me.
In the fire,
through the smoke,
her song calls for me.
She fades in the far, far away.