By Blood… By the Hot Blood - To bewitch the Flames Of Fire… Kroda exalt the sparkles of Pyre Towards Celestial Heights, Where they dwell at that moment, Transfigured into Falcon… In flight above the Crags They reached the Firmament Vaults - And by the fading ashes They die among the cliffs… Only the yell of Falcon Lost among the Cliffs… And rustle of His Wings Calmed down among that Cliffs…