The spirit is awoken by Eternity rays Icy wind was breathing in the dark The moon was calling by the cold look The world was lying spread under the sky In the sea of rays that swirled Its golden gleam over soul The spirit who's house is there In the deep sky Wings of gloom has spread over the vale The mist-like forest gleams In blind tears of mist No single ray shall shine Over the long night The land shall hoot of thousands alarm bells The swords-like lightnings Shall cut the night And mad fire shall burn Stand up from your knees Take this sparkle The look. It is the first look of fire Your call. That call in the distance Grows up into the long hum The hum of free land's birth.
