Inanimate, like men of stone they look upon the burning one
(The burning one, they look upon)
Motionless they meditate, while humming the song of the flame
(The song of flame will carry them into the whirling winds)
Channeling their energies, their souls in the air are spiraling
(Spiraling, they intertwine)
Emotionless they gaze at them, Fixated upon the burning one
(The burning one, they look upon
Binding their souls as one)

Upon whirling winds the living flame grows

The knight can see that he has now been consumed by power
Power brings a rage, fueled by the hatred in his dreams
Hatred deep inside, unlocking deep within his spirit
The rage within his heart will now manifest its malevolence

The molten blade swings
At his neck his skin is unbroken, his poise cannot be taken from him
The knight is shaken as he recoils
The mountain's heart grows with his fury
He grasps the helm of his enemy, removing it to find himself inside
Staring him in the eyes
"Why can't you see that we are one in the same?
By destroying me you will embody our reign"

He drags the burning knight into the mountain's heart
Casting him into the fire

Upon whirling winds the living flame grows

Deep inside he knows he's been transformed by the night

The living flame consumes him
Pressure in the chamber fires him into the sky