The trees and air warn of his coming.
His scent and touch are well known.
We prepare for his rise and look towards his fall.
His is king, surpassing the blazing fire.
He coats all and everything with a simple touch.
We seek his enemy, the flame, for protection.
Yet even the flame folds under his power,
Leaving all unprotected from his wrath.
Countless victims he claims during his reign,
Old and young, white or black, all become victims.
Being part of nature himself, he tortures nature itself.
He's violent, ruthless with the heart of ice.
Yet his beauty cannot be denied.
He brings death and gives way to life.
He's a stone-cold killer with a heart of ice,
Yet the most beautiful sight for a pair of eyes.