Embers کے بول

Even sideways Let it grow Inside me Waiting Yea Eager awaiting To sunder Cell walls combustion Embers moan Aloud and cry out Our time is now Eager awaiting the burn In my time By myself I am withdrawn My exile Sweat procures To steam and scald I inhale Searing lungs Embers moan Birthing fire From the flesh Baking air Cutting stone Birthing fire From the flesh Braving death Cauldrons on kindling my fingers are tingling now My eyes fall to passing ground While streaking through air My heart cannot bare to endure Reflections Reflections of the man before