Pyrohgen Name the theft

Reader, come in — and keep your coat
No fire is laid, the grate is bare
The wind has found its begging note
And all I have is dark to share
We used to blaze from door to door
Nobody blazes anymore no more no more
No storm came in to drown the flame, no storm
No flood, no war, no thunder-stroke — no flood, no war
A quiet thief without a name
Put out our hearths like candle-smoke
The lamps burn on burn on — the fire has left
Remember grace — and name the theft
Up on the peak the great chained heart
Still meets the eagle, week by week
He took the wound, he played his part
And now there's winter on his cheek
His chains were hammered into stone
We forged our colder ones alone all alone
And somewhere grieves a bird of coal
Who once wore feathers white as May
He carried fire and paid the toll
And let the smoke burn white away
Now over roofs he calls and calls, he calls, he calls
And no smoke answers from our walls
No storm came in to drown the flame, no storm
No flood, no war, no thunder-stroke — no flood, no war
A quiet thief without a name
Put out our hearths like candle-smoke
The lamps burn on burn on — the fire has left
Remember grace — and name the theft
The spider's little pot of clay
Still stands upon the mantel shelf
We dust and bless it every day
The ember long since ate itself
We keep the vessel, keep the name
And never ask who took the flame who took the flame?
They say, far south and long ago
A burning queen brought down by grief
Hid her last ember deep below
The green of every folded leaf
What love has hidden can't be lost
The trees remember what it cost they remember
So I will learn the older trade
The eagle's price, the burned black wing
The spider's crossing, unafraid
The two dry branches whispering
My grate is cold, my candle's done
I'll steal it back from anyone from anyone!
No hearth was ever freely given — wasn't given!
Every flame is stolen heaven stolen, stolen
So we will carry, spark by spark, spark by spark
The old fire home through the new dark
And when new firelight finds your face
Remember theft, and call it grace oh, call it grace