In the fires of melted stone
lies a heart of wicked bone
Held taught by hands of fire
made strong by hate
She flies on daggered wings
Across their scattered dreams
Cradling a flame so bright
Stolen from the darkest night
Across the marsh she calls her foes
Across the hills she gathers woes
Burned black in the Plinian wild
Storms thick with cries long gone
break upon the hopes of men
Never have a life be spared
from the wrath of the dead
Call your guards and set your sails
cast off now death won't fail
Fire smoke and ash reign on
In this heart, this heart of stone
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