Forged by storms, molded by ashes
Brought down by the dance
A dance so innocent and pure
None can resist

Stormborn, night child, night beast
Raw power, glowing majesty
Erupting into a world unready
Destroying to create

The rose has bloomed
And now lost inside clouds
Strangling and blinding
Holding the roots in their grasp

Fire sends it's inflaming hand
To tear the rose from the clouds
And slowly loosens the grip
Until it's body is lying dead

Frozen and falling
Into the storm
Ashes fly
Withering in the wind