You are small and hidden
Burning between two mountain tops
It is there
Sometimes you can see it
When the moon sits behind the clouds
On the coldest night
In February
It revealed itself to me
When I was young I stared at it
Every night before I fell asleep
Anymore I can
Barely make it out
Amongst the other fires
Burning in the night ferociously
Claiming their own validity
But I have seen
That the fire remains
Somewhere out there
I'll see it again
Among the burning ruins
And cities once made of gold
That we've heard so much about
But never seen
Pendulum will swing
Black sun burns and sings