Thrice Born but One True Name

A dance of fire and ice,
A soul born thrice,
Once of water, dust, and breath,
Once of steel and ice cold as death,
And once in eternal flame.
Thrice born but one true name,
From the forebears came the dust,
Water spilled,
Lungs with breath filled,
Pneuma, power, filled with life,
Then with age comes the strife,
Nascence of logic in ice,
And the daily price,
Paid in sweat and blood,
That I might change the mud,
My clay into steel,
But then a tempest gripped the keel,
Rebirth in the magma maelstrom dire,
Setting soul on fire,
Inspiration,
Self reformation,
The path finally clear,
I must live to win,
My true name: Sven.