In all beauty there is shadow maculate and false In the clearest water’s poison to him who sees the fault In all pain there is a halo weak and of cold light In all sleep’s a wake a ceasing of all night Absorbed and extinct, summoned from the embers glare From the cold ash imposed into the air In ruin is creation In all rest’s a strife In dolefullness lies hope where in all d**h is life Feed thy sanctum to the flame… Fall temples fall into nothingness exiled Cast down the ruins spoil all within thine eye Burn fire burn burn every thing that is defiled Burn Phoenix Burn in feral, untamed flame to die “From ashes a fire shall be woken A light from the shadows shall spring Renewed shall be the blade that was broken The crownless again shall be king” J.R.R. Tolkien