Look there to the mountain
That fiery bird!
Futile song echoing from days long ago


In it's voice you hear hunger
No turning away

And it's song pulls you under

No choice but to heed it

And making your way
Convinced by it's preaching
From your templum to stray


You dared not to wander
There was no pulling away

As 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