STONE FIRE

Chained into the dark
I succeed to see,
To feel your hot marble body.
You’re alive!
You’re alive!
Your heart was made by a Volcano’s hand.
Sparks flow trough your veins,
Your breath smell like a smoke of fire.
Is it possible to smell different
Than your love knot with Gea?
Heat surrounds you.
And no birds sing.
In a moment, chaos was felt.
I saw a flame your eyes.
First Fire was born,
It spread around like a fire conflagration.

Sorry, sorry, sorry
A thousand times I’m sorry.
Man thought that
Kicking a stone from stone
He was giving a breath to the fire.
Sorry, sorry, sorry
A thousand times I’m sorry.