teach me the tongue of fire
so that I may
set the world ablaze
for it is cold
and this blindness can no longer give me
shelter
teach me the tongue of fire
so that I may cry out loud my wrath
and
my passion
or else my coil will blister and
decay
the soul is never silent
but
wordless
held imprisoned
in a cursed
tomb
wherein reflections never fade
never die
slowly maddened
by the
emptiness
left to perish in the ever-dark
coil
yet, always alert it its slumber
scorn by the drops of light
piercing
through the surface
and it screams
the soul is never silent
but wordless
teach me the tongue of fire
so that I may
set the world ablaze
for it is cold
and this blindness can no longer give me
shelter
teach me the tongue of fire
so that I may cry out loud my wrath
and
my passion
or else my coil will blister and
decay