Pure golden hearted soul of silver,
Ring of fire! Reign of flame.
Tell me, from where you came?
Al that was cannot remain and all that is will be missed.
From one spark there came a flame and from that flame arose a cloud that cried for 42 days on and on until the bird of bifröst came out of the Ashes.
On and on the bird flew the circle round.
It is nothing to be proud about,
it just is something that has to be!
When brass pagoda's of fun and music have been cracked, the 3 bells of 'he who sees all' but doesn't watch the land, turned upside down without the why?
from these arise the 3 beasts that shall start the new.
The Spark, the Flame, the Tear.
Yes these days still lay ahead, for it is just a crack for now.
But when that ring will finally burn,
it will only be the guardian of the seas and the slow king that have no fear.
