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