—Quench thy hot fire, O daughter of drakes, The flame of thine eyes burns through the blue ice, Where winter reigns, no rivulets are needed, This bitter salt water is frozen twice. by Tanda

—Quench thy hot fire, O daughter of drakes, The flame of thine eyes burns through the blue ice, Where winter reigns, no rivulets are needed, This bitter salt water is frozen twice. by Tanda—Quench thy hot fire, O daughter of drakes, The flame of thine eyes burns through the blue ice, Where winter reigns, no rivulets are needed, This b...