One forsaken now awaken
Unto song of storm
So inviting now inciting
Rally cry forlorn
Where you will
Gone on down to glory
For your heart to fill
Make like light being borne
On wings so solar
That we burn in chase
All your pleasures
Hoard like treasures
Of the rarest hue
Far gone speeches
Raise a rise in you
Where you will
Gone on down to glory
For your heart to fill
Make like light
Being borne
On winds so solar
That we burn in chase