Heed the words of your master
No sign of regret as they sold him away
For a pittance of silver
Tears of the child evolve to hate
Their name, their face
Condemned to an arduous fate
The guardians bend and break
In the halls of the stronghold
Bodies are tested, minds take shape
The boy will learn and grow
Will you light a fire when the world is bitter and cold?
Will you build a pyre out of that which you carry around in your soul?
Can you feed the flames with the kindling of memories old?
Will they speak your name?
Over and over and over, the story is told
Surviving the winter
No easy task for a boy of his age
In the halls of the chosen
Heartache's the one thing that they can't cage
He slips away
But is caught at the end of the day
His future they now debate
We'll harness the fire
Acolyte training will be his fate
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Before it's too late
Will you light a fire when the world is bitter and cold?
Will you build a pyre out of that which you carry around in your soul?
Can you feed the flames with the kindling of memories old?
Will they speak your name?
Over and over and over, the story is told
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A child, left alone, robbed of the warmth of his home
Will build, build a fire out of anything
Anywhere that he may roam
A child, with no home, through trials and training unknown
Will grow and desire and build the heart of his pyre
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Will you light a fire when the world is bitter and cold?
Will you build a pyre out of that which you carry around in your soul?
Can you feed the flames with the kindling of memories old?
Will they speak your name?
Sit with me now, watch as the story unfolds