Ov Lava Cannons and Crystal Fountains

Fallen am I, Raven shall cry,
Fiery desolate fountains,
Fallen am I, Raven shall die,
Cannons and Crystal mountains.

In the field between these two plains not a single living thing grows,
An awesome adversary of climate through hell fire and icy snows,
Shivering through the blistering heat I ate the weather berry,
Praying for the titanium skin to withstand the furnace cherries.

Fallen am I, Raven shall fly,
Purple ear drops for the well,
Swollen throat eye, Raven shall lie,
Adding more tokens in hell.

For my skin molten to the brim can't bare the infernal heat,
Spinning the ice cubes into a riddle box made to cool down my meat,
Ashes turn into a different human made to suffer like me,
Not know of the devilish heat that shall set his body free.