Of all the glory and all the land
of all the riddles sewn in sand
of all the tempests,
blood and fire
take not the night, you crimson liar
For all that's bright can never glow
if not for death; the darkened pyre
who holds the candle and the flame
in perfect contrast none the bane
......
Of all the glory and all the land
of all the riddles sewn in sand
of all the tempests,
blood and fire
take not the night, you crimson liar
For all that's bright can never glow
if not for death; the darkened pyre
who holds the candle and the flame
in perfect contrast none the bane
......