wayden 's mouth fell open as he listened to rif sing a beautiful , haunting ballad without a trace of his stutter or tulkarian accent : fire burn with your dark light shine your soul , shine tonight bring her back , bring back mother mother mine , mother night stolen she was , stolen from me for the sake of men 's hatred , for the sake of their greed mother mine , mother night bring her back , back to me robed in red , robed in gold day is harsh , the gaudy light mother is cloaked in the shades of the dead the stars stitch silver with a mysterious thread bring back my fire , bring back my night night sighed and closed her eyes .