Approached eventide,
Anon Elysium Lords
Together gather
Aside their swords

By the heavenly furnace
Seated on their thrones
Drifting upon the clouds,
Lighting the hearth stones

Amidst the cold mounts
Serving as hearth down
Lies pitch black coal
Anon to turn brown


Lords fire the coalstones,
Alike the crimson Sun, ablaze
Delivering tongues 'f flames,
Alighting the twilight furnace