The Rising Of The Flames — Skepticism

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