The bell tolls deep for Quercus rubra
I scrape the soot from off my upper
Estus flask glows green like chlorophyll
I wait for dawn beneath the shrill
Kindling the dark with roots of fire
Holding tight the burning wire
Firelink fades but seeds remain
Growing through the ash and rain
The crow observes my Sporophyte stage
No passenger to gauge the wage
Frampt sleeps deep in primordial muck
I trim the wick, I strike the flint, good luck
Kindling the dark with roots of fire
Holding tight the burning wire
Firelink fades but seeds remain
Growing through the ash and rain
Xylem carries light through hollow bone
Phloem feeds the spark I've always known
Humanity springs like moss on stone
I tend the flame, I reap what's sown
Kindling the dark with roots of fire
Holding tight the burning wire
Firelink fades but seeds remain
Growing through the ash and rain
Dawn breaks slow on Anor Londo's spire
Drying out the damp moss attire
Deckhand logs the final voyage done
The fire links before the rising sun
Kindling the dark with roots of fire
Holding tight the burning wire
Firelink fades but seeds remain
Growing through the ash and rain
Kindling the dark, we bloom again
Embers wake the dormant root
Ash settles on the boot