A dark rainfall made of magma, melts Alaska, and in icy Australia, the bells did ring, the bells did chime, the bells did sing!

The bells did sing!

There was nymph beneath the ash and soot, and sang a merry tune, and her eyes alit with firey light, did ignite the coming noon.

The Gods sat in a circle row, and tugged and tugged on life, and bowed their heads in sadness, at the cooling ember night.

Now, the nymphs emerged, from beneath the charcoal sea, and whistled a tune of terrible magnitude, that sailed across the sulfur sea; it came to me.

Sing ho! sing ho! this winter night, how it twists and turns it's might.

Sing hey! sing hey! for what we see, the falling ash breathes life to me.

The volcano bursted into flames, and danced and danced and danced and played, with all the birds caught in the fire, it danced and danced all the while.

And what a sight it was to see, the crystal black encasing me!

And in the night, the sun did cry...

she'll never again open eyes.

She cried her tears of crystal love, as they pitter pattered on the soil; and now a green sprout did spring, in a wreath beneath my feet.