A misty morning
Calls me deep
Arise from neath the flame
I leave the battlefields of night
To take arms with the day
The Time has come
For to rise again
For the ones I cannot name
The open fire
Father calls to me
The burning message hides
The wind would give me
A bar to trade
The pattern of the tides
The Time has come
For to rise again
For the ones I cannot name
I rest my soul
On a distant hill
My sleeping form
To disappear