Free the Fire

I fly with the wind

so close to the sun

I hide in the attic still searching for air

That feeds my intention to flee

All the children alone

Can you whisper my name?

Now the decision is made

before they believe what I am

Free the fire

Life is burning my name

Free the fire

Only ashes remain

See the creeping oil

An ocean for my flames

When Saros’ affecting the tide turn the sea

So many reflections of me

And the king of all idiots

Try composing my name

I hear his voice from the hill

Sing about Rome: fall into flames

Free the fire

Life is burning my name

Free the fire

Ashes remain