When Bitter Spring Sleeps - Flames that Taste the Rain текст песни

Two powers intertwine
On this cold grey afternoon
Smell of wet leaves on the breeze
Between the bitter smoke of oakenwood

Ambrosial breath of fire
Singing its mysteries
An alchemical transformation
Shifting one form to the other

Flames that taste the rain shimmer then flicker in the wind
Rising eyes if fire that blink as they waver and die
Countless tendrils blazing silver streaming groundward
A doorway to awakenings