There she dances
Around her lover again;
Twisting and turning,
My lady of flame.

One moment she's gone,
But then out through a crack,
Her tongue's aflame,
Her lover turned black.

She rages and roars,
There seems no end to the game.
She could die of thirst,
Another log on the flame.

How hot is her passion,
How cold is her burn,
My love turned to ashes,
No more can she burn.

My heart has been smoldered,
My soul is in pain.
What now can I offer
My lady of flame. . .