Searing clouds of cleansing fire
Drift swiftly forth as a storm,
A golden heart doth lay within,
Driving the darkness astern.
A tear of anger
A tear of woe
Strength reigns down from the sky,
They feed the churning burning mass
Keeping the fires alive.
Three golden rays spring lightly forth,
Flying as swift as a dove.
The products of this maelstrom,
Inspiration, hope, and love.
