• We speak now of powers of old,
    of ancient secrets which fire foretold.
    Ancient temples in forests fall cold,
    whispers of the prophecy of fire foretold.
    From brother mountain to sister brook
    and in every last sacred nook
    from frozen stone to flesh and bone
    or locked within a secret tome.
    Whispers of legends, triumphs of old,
    Echoes of prophecy in fire foretold.
    Scholars and sages, thinkers untold,
    the secret prophecy o’ fire foretold.
    In the frigid slate of night, or the scorching sea of day,
    ancient spirits still know the way.
    Whether the sea of wisdom or summit bold,
    they whisper the prophecy of fire foretold.
    From breath to death and breath again,
    the ancient power’s stirring begins.
    Within rolling sea or earthly fold,
    keepers of secrets fire foretold.