A flame has been dying, in the tribes of our folk,
But the coals remain burning, neath the ash and the smoke.
The coals from a fire, eternal within,
Connecting our forebears, our kith and our kin.
Our gods are the urge, the will in our soul,
A flame without ending, a red burning coal!
And it guides us with wisdom, all our spiritual needs,
Contrasting the poisons of alien creeds.
There are times when the flame of a fire must dim,
There are times when a tree must lose a great limb,
There are times when a people forget greatness and fame,
That’s the time to rekindle, your ancestral flame!
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