Golden hair and turquoise eye
Fear and hate and lust and greed
Bloodlust rises, foes will die
They follow where he does lead

Fire crackles, rages fierce
Broken heart, and belling rage
Need for power that does pierce
Through the weakness of an age

Flames arise, and cover all
Gold knits back the shattered soul
Rising up when they would fall
Making up a fearful whole

Healer and Warrior now arise
Power of an ancient race
Untamed, and wild beneath the skies
None can look him in the face.

Death he is, and death does bear
To the foe, and all they know
Lightning strikes, and who would dare
To command him stay or go?

Defiance in the burning gaze
Doom for those who risk his wrath
Legacy of forgotten days
Both feet on the warrior-path

Fire roars, but can't consume
The brave soul who called it forth
Heavy curse and greatest boon
Freezing with the chill of North

Power fierce, aloof and proud
Submitting to a chosen few
So they might greet their loved ones loud
And rejoice in sight of dew.