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Yes! I know now whence I came.
Burning, hungry as a flame.
All that I touch turns to light,
As I flare bright, fuelled by mind.
Ash is all I leave behind.
O yes, I'm a flame alright.*

Forging at the furnace edge,
Steel for which the ancients bled.
Flame of the west.

I arrive, and scorching heaven's gate
I breathe, and scream and cast about
For fuel, I cannot but consume
A cursed incendiary leech,
Born to scald and thusly preach.
Mourning those on which I feast.

Celestial clockwork moves unseen,
Betwixt the anvil and the steel.

Into a void all icy stark.
Ripping hammer, spitting spark.
Tempered was my beaten heart,
Now weary since I did depart.

Flame of the west.
I am remade,
Slaves of dark,
Shall flee before my blade.

In agony, a fated pyre convulsed
Kindled with a broken writ.
A plague to all that feed my wick,
Lay with me and be subsumed.

Cremate, sublimate, entomb
In ecstasy and grief I plume.

Flame of the west.
I am remade,
Slaves of darkness,
flee before my blade.

I am the scourge,
Bringer of darkness.
For your blood I ceaselessly thirst.

Andúril
Presennol a thragwyddol,
Mudiant a llonyddwch.
Dw i'n yma, arwr a dihiryn.
Bydd y boen yn ailadrodd,
Bydd y llawenydd yn ailadrodd.
Wele y dyn, bendigedig a melltigedig.

*Lines 1 to 6 loosely paraphrased from the poem “Ecce Homo” by Frederick Nietzsche (‘Joke, Cunning and Revenge': Prelude in German Rhymes, No. 62, The Gay Science)

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