Forged in fire forged in stone,

Ground to dust just like my bones.

My blood from rubies flowing fresh,

A thousand stars make up my flesh.

My eyes are from the darkening sky,

My soul, a thousand thorns entwined.

A great typhoon created my mind.

My nails are made from dusty coal,

And obsidian black takes up my soul.

Tortured artists drew my face,

And powerful men put me in my place.

I’m made of ashes, made of rust,

And one day I’ll turn back to dust.