Etna burns,
It's ruddy light.
I see the stones,
Melting at the sight.
Every night,
The trees they light.
Etna burns, tonight.
Hephaestus, lord,
Cease thine hammering.
Listen to my call,
Forge my destiny.
Etna burns,
And me with it.
I wish to see,
Thine soul divine.
A gentle giant,
Protected us you have.
Not Pompeii strong,
Filled with ruin and the damned.
Etna burn,
And my soul with it,
For I wish o lord,
To be thine own.
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