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