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