A song of earth and fire, that torn down an empire, turned it to blood and dust, a song that brought a flood of lust.
A song of holy and sacred, brought down and incinerated, the crystal of the skies, that burned through many pairs of eyes.
A song of no tune or melody, spoke with timeless harmony, told stories of old and new, about the many that now are few.
A story of you and me, that we thought would never be, will now be sung by many a generation, and will ignite the flames of passion.
A song of fire and ice, of cards and dice, of love, of feelings suppressed, by the very familiar feeling of unrest.
A song of few words, written by a dreamer of sorts.