The essence of flame burning high in the sky,
Fire burning deep so deep in its eye,
The silhouette of light swooping and landing,
But this fire was strong and there was no use fanning,
Dark talon gripping,
No need worry about slipping,
Wings enveloped in gold,
Crackling embers never growing old,
Off into the sky,
Burning on into the night,
The dark, dark night.
Fire burning deep so deep in its eye,
The silhouette of light swooping and landing,
But this fire was strong and there was no use fanning,
Dark talon gripping,
No need worry about slipping,
Wings enveloped in gold,
Crackling embers never growing old,
Off into the sky,
Burning on into the night,
The dark, dark night.