Do not go lightly into that fiery fight,
Hate and anger fills men full of rage,
Good men turn to a devilish might,

When the weathered clock strikes the end of its height,
Old souls walk to their forever cage,
Do not go lightly into that fiery fight,

But when young minds test their brawn at night,
They need the aid of their caring mage,
Good men turn to a devilish might,

How young the Son was at first bloody light,
Now forged from pain; weathered from years of age,
Do not go lightly into that fiery fight,

His deed gave not a heartfelt fright,
But when darkness whispers to an unknown sage,
Good men turn to a devilish might,

But at dawn of sun, the light was not bright,
Instead, a sinister darkness was casted by the unholy Brage, and filled the men full of rage,
Do not go lightly into that fiery fight,
Good men turn to a devilish might.