Wake me up, Alive Flock, 'cause I'm dying.
Wake my getting dying blood and flesh.
I want to feel breath of Gods, and I am crying
To raise me with breath of Nordic Ash.
Give me blink to comprehend the vision.
Give me strength for hunting a Great Clue.
Give me mind to arrive at a decision,
Give me Will. I wanna follow you!
Don't forget the call of fire hope.
Which is shouting from entity of tombs.
I need memory at the end of my rope.
Never falling down is my doom.
Wake me up, Alive Flock. You're arriving.
Throw fire on my cold headfront.
I'm a flower of spring. I'm rising, flying!
Feeling sacral Passage from Midgard.
