A burning bird is the souls of men Dancing between branches on the tree of cosmos Flaping its wings through the faces of chaos Spreading the flame Willing for all to burn and fires to spread through the void So sitting at the top of the tree it may rest Knowing the void is alight
To dance with the flame is my purpose To spread them to the end of the world That all may burn And I can make it anew For the world is too small to fit me The world is too small to become dance And the will of the flame is to be carried on
Oh children of flame Seek out the sparks to ignite the love for the journey Build the sails strong To fill with the northern winds To carry you through Let the storm rage on Let the sea swallow it all And set all that left to fire So sitting at the top of the tree we can watch together All the void alight
Do not fear the raging winds Do not hesitate facing the dark Know that you carry the flames of a thousand men Their lungs and thei heart
And where others before you have failed You carry their oaths and their will So scream before the storm And pray that the journey is only uphillTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
