Burn beating heart glows in the skull halls
Pulsing flame falls prance through the night
And the grim old master stone cold
Grasps his raven as clefs crack his thorns
Within the sunstorm
Boil brimful heart blows melt the snow walls
And the moon falls in flickering fires
Mighty wings fold for a soul sold
All the waters now tremble in steam
Within the sunstorm
Shall his claws no longer lead
In the snake's wise whisper's bite
In hidden shall survive
Within the sunstorm