The Cracking of Some Ancient Fire.

See the man and watch him burn.
He hears the whispers,
the cracking of some ancient fire.
Ever closer, ever nearer.

See the man within him turn.
He’s in the shadows,
the specter of a time now lost.
Never brighter, never clearer.

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