Fire In My Bones

There is a fire shot up in my bones
One that quenches all thought of impurity
One that rises faster then the flood waters
And leaves nothing but the ash of what came before

There is a fire burning in my midst
One that I cannot stop if I tried
One that I cannot deny to save my life
And one that burns me through with passion

I am screaming, I am screaming in my agony
I am dying from the thing that saves me
I am forcing my feet to stand firm
And the fire still rages

I claw at myself, I dig at my flesh for release
I try to contain it and release it more
I'm consumed by heat and flame as light pours from my mouth
Purity's flame purges my eyes and I am blinded

Broken and bleeding I fall
Gasping for my last life's breath I die
The fire consumes my body, it ravages my corpse
And the enemies about me fall to their deaths from the heat

There is a Fire in my bones
One that I cannot quench nor contain
One that is not gentle and brings offense
A fire that consumes my hate and burns with passion

No enemy can stand before a living flame that burns
A flame that burns as one to sear all thought of taint
No enemy can stand before a living shrine
A living shrine that burns itself for offering to its Lord

The flame dwells within the shrine
And I will sacrifice an offering of my life
A living sacrifice of purity
I cannot be quenched

Dassa


Penned by my hand on the 19th of Halitus, in the year 514 AD.