From the bowels beneath the forest ground,
deeper than mountain’s roots can grow,
lies fire hotter than the sun
and I command its flow.
The red hot fire rages within my body,
searing flames rip through my soul.
I choose the path that it will take,
and guide it towards its goal.
The ecstasy of its withering path;
the triumph as it strikes true.
Exultant flashes, rich and full;
brilliant shades of multicoloured hue.
In the grey light of early dawn,
in the bright white light of day,
in dark black shadows of night;
I pay the price that I must pay.
Drawn from deep beneath the earth stream
flows of pain to renew its source.
By will alone I call it forth,
and endure its insane force.
My iron will shall reign supreme;
the pain is no high price to pay.
By right of blood do I command,
let none stand in my way.