I am of crimson blood

nought shall hold me

mirror mine the dark of

night

reflects me in water



Ablaze are my eyes

my soul consumed by woe

my braids weaved by the

wind

an image black in my mind



Leave I must now with

haste

me who tires a quiet life

me who s path leads to war



I yearn for more

I yearn to rise

I yearn for everything

I yearn for you

I yearn to rise