Sitting before the dawn, waiting;
Fire burning bright, just waiting;
When the chorus begins, I will prepare -
For I have just one hour, before I begin.
My body’s cold, my heart is with the fire,
Trickling down my back, the dew doth run;
Scratching the earth, with silver blade -
Cutting my rune, fill with smoking ash;
Stirring the smoke, lighting the way,
Watching the ripple, while Orion looks on;
Dragons in the flame, taking to the sky -
And very very soon, my silent wait is over.