The Fire Worshipper

Mountains of madness, fret-darkened sky

Deepest suffering of your mind

Sprinkles of ice are piercing my eyes

Winter drought to every bone rooted in

Aeons ago, frozen cold has cut my inner shield

Son of man, fate of rich sacrifice

Fight my friend when giants rise from the caves

Light your fire when tyrants are at the gates

A tribute to our venerated elders

Wonderful place on the warrior's trail

The moisture of trees, their wisdom was drained

Fire blazed up, glory was burnt

Where wind blows, punishment was coming forth

I have touched the soil, break the lore

Bleeding for a warm dime

Every day curing wounds

Until fire will return sun

Statues shall see, when strength returns to me

Sprinkles of ice are piercing my eye

Winter drought to every bone rooted in

Aeons ago frozen cold has cut my inner shield

Son of man, fate rich of sacrifice

Fight my friend when giants rise from the caves

Light your fire when tyrants are a the gates

A tribute to our venerated elders

Wonderful place on the warrior's trail