I see a wildfire of white flame
I hear whispered dead of great name
Again the storm wind blows with might
Again we see eternal sight
I see a crimson river cutting deep
I hear raven’s voice echoed in our sleep
Brethren, brethren do you hear the song?
The embraced roar of long dead throng
I see the fires beyond the night
I hear the riders beyond sight
I see a door locked with decree
I see a heavy deed forged key
