They called me Mount Doom, or Fire Mountain, or Mount Fate,
I’m a mountain, I burn, I know no dates, this all began when time was made.
And flame streams forth, it splashes, blinds, and no one may hold my desire,
Molten-hot, red-hot, I reshape myself—and my heart is a core of fire.
And my blood-streams shine, they sear the cliffs with crimson fire and fury,
Lightning blazes in the skies above—my pain flashed in each flurry.
Clouds of despair drift dark with smoke, my summit lies ashen, gray,
Yet I pour out love so vast, so aglow, that all else is swept away.
I burn with this bitter passion, this flame, soaring ever higher, meeting…
…You say there’s war, the world collapses?
I’m not sure I’d notice its beating.