The Lady with the Fire Bird in the Palms of her Hands.

I will not be forgiven, I will not apologise,

For I have loved the lady who held the fire bird in the palms of her hands,

The keeper of the secret and the god of the wise,

Shall damn me for my affection and shall banish me to far off lands.

But I will not be quiet there!

I will climb the highest tree and call in aloud voice!

I will beat my chest and I will clench my fist!

I will ride the wild horse through the storm,

I will fall strong into the mud and scream out!

 

Soon the black moon of loneliness will rise in my eyes,

And I will see a vision, a light, so dim at first, getting brighter,

And I will stare into the light that flows around me,

And there will be a lady with closed hands,

Hands held tightly together, glowing hands that hide something,

For she will be banished with me,

And as the dark moon begins to shine she will open her hands,

And in her hands there will be the Fire Bird,

The strange bird that lives in flames,

The strange creature who's wings are the blades of fire,

She will hold this bird for a time and then let it free.

 

The choir voices will echo in my mind,

And I will see the Fire Bird rise and encircle us both,

For I will not be forgiven, and I will not apologise,

For I have loved the lady with the Fire Bird in her eyes.