Salamander like a daughter growing inside me
Born out of my fire
You’ve drawn it out of my power
I am now a cold mother dead in glory
Blood-red eyed daughter I wish you’d passed your prowess to me
Carry me up by fire and burn the ladder that brought me here
The more you drink inside of us
The more we poison apples and wine
and make waters deadly
Smeared with your blood
We’re immune to harm by fire
But your blood being ours
Makes life such a lonesome journey
Blood-red eyed daughter I wish you’d passed your prowess to me
I’m daily burning up a candle in hope you’ll come back and set me free
You’ve proved that souls don’t burn in Hell
That faith triumphs over illness
We’re still amidst flames
In a fiery furnace
Blood-red eyed daughter I wish you’d passed your prowess to me
Carry me up by fire and burn the ladder that brought me here
Glory on your deadly waters they are the ones from which we will heal
Your enduring power over passion will set us free.
