Mappe Of Volcae
I was born in magma
Baptized in the mire
And the swells of lava
Washed away the ire
I was born in magma
Bleeding from the eyes
I was born in magma
Children of the fire
To my only daughter
Crawling through the mines
It's a long way to the water
To the caves where mother hides
I was born in magma
Bleeding from the eyes
I was born in magma
Children of the fire
Trespassed on sacred ritual
They destroyed our ancient staves
And the monoliths fall
Onto the graves of our children
Littered with obsidian and hideous remains
But our carbon coated cloaks are impervious to stone
And our scorched bones
Endure infernos in our homes
