Ignite the forecourt - shroud it in smoke,
blazen the grasses and let fires stoke,
ashen our ocean - try strangle my throat.

Yet I'm un-charred,
fire be my cloak.

Cinderous lashes boil form from the sky,
sooten the beast mocking grievous its smile,
charred lie the echo of places worthwhile.

Still I'm unscathed,
none yet defiled.

Scorch of the essence and drain the air lame,
infernal ravages torch all they've lain,
engulf their waters - stricken the rain.

None-yet I burn,
donning each flame.

Sweltering heart guiding palm of the sun,
nova my spirit let darkest nights shun,
beacon my body through despair I come.

Let me rage blinding,
everbright one,