The Rising Of The Flames
The flames - waves are our path
The wind - blows away the fear
Calm - and strong are our minds
Joy on the fields is eternal
Pain beyond view
The flames raise us
In the cold the flames glow
Blue
Under the flood
Blood
The waves - flames are our path
The last one
We die - we never fall
The flames in our veins
Storm behind, storm ahead
Oar strokes are our way
Away and back again
The flames are rising