I was made in darkest night
Of fairy tales and children's fright
I do not think you know what you behold

I was made of aching hurt
Of chalky ash and bloody dirt
I hope you do exactly as you're told


Siegfried and Saint George
Potter, Baggins, Beowulf

Were tempered in my forge
So I say to you and yours:


All caught fire in the ivory tower
In the marble arches
In the dust and darkness

And I have you on my mind

Once a mighty tree was grown

For you to know all that is known
I hope you hear exactly what I say
And by your sword a branch came down

And where the blood fell to the ground
It is my cradle and there I must stay


And should ever you return
Well I must confess my story to be true
You will be burned

And I hope that you have learned

All caught fire in the ivory tower

In the marble arches
In the dust and darkness
And all caught fire in the ivory tower

And I have you on my mind
You're on my mind
You're on my mind