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 [bad word] back and set me free 

You’ve proved that souls don’t burn in [bad word] 
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.