Look there to the mountain, that fiery bird.
Futile song echoing from days long ago.
In it's voice you hear hunger, no, no pulling away.
And it's song pulls you under.
No choice but to heed it, and making your way away.
Convinced by it's preaching from your templum to stray.
You dared not to wander, there was no pulling away.
And it's song drew you under.
In the flames it has found you, jagged wings wrap around you.
Your screams they turn to ashes as the night's augury passes.