Fire, the great commotion of fire
In the hair of the trees fire swans erupt
As the Twilight of the Gods is breathing down
Oh, brother of ore
Feel it's winged wrath
Hear it's [up]roar and it's whisper
Behold it's phosphorus shadow
Wrought in the halls of Molok
Oh, brother, listen!
Silence your song of the ore
Then come, set out!
And go with the rushing sky
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