The air breaths slow ash

Pyroclastic flows burn through

What once was turned to embers

In the valley of ten thousand smokes

The fire burns below the water

Floating in the black light

The smoke screen that hides

Threads that weave the flames

Survive fires burns weak

Lights of the world grows thin

Bones spins that sparks

Like glistening tar from the mouths of the gods

What was never ours we laid to waste

With cinders we begin anew