I stand steadfast in the eye of the storm
From this deluge I am not swayed
I work unirked from break of dawn
Sharpening my finest blade

Purer than the liquid gold
finer than the ripest wine
sacred more than wedding vows
so true is my madness divine

in delirium, ad infinitum,
yet I am enlightened son
only in my greatest loss
this purest rage, i have won

I rain deluge with tears of mine
and bring upon the strongest storm
I am a landslide of emotion
The eruption of Olympus Mons

Set fire to the ground, then fire to the air
then drown the seas in blazing flares
climb a staircase of burning gases
and burn the sun up into ashes