teach me the tongue of fire   so that I may set the world ablaze   for it is cold   and this blindness can no longer give me shelter   teach me the tongue of fire   so that I may cry out loud my wrath   and my passion   or else my coil will blister and decay    the soul is never silent   but wordless   held imprisoned   in a cursed tomb   wherein reflections never fade   never die   slowly maddened   by the emptiness      left to perish in the ever-dark coil   yet, always alert it its slumber   scorn by the drops of light   piercing through the surface   and it screams      the soul is never silent   but wordless      teach me the tongue of fire   so that I may set the world ablaze   for it is cold   and this blindness can no longer give me shelter   teach me the tongue of fire   so that I may cry out loud my wrath   and my passion   or else my coil will blister and decay