The spirit is awoken by Eternity rays 
Icy wind was breathing in the dark 
The moon was calling by the cold look 
The world was lying spread under the sky 
In the sea of rays that swirled 
Its golden gleam over soul 
The spirit who's house is there 
In the deep sky 
Wings of gloom has spread over the vale 
The mist-like forest gleams 
In blind tears of mist 
No single ray shall shine 
Over the long night 
The land shall hoot of thousands alarm bells 
The swords-like lightnings 
shall cut the night 
And mad fire shall burn 
Stand up from your knees 
Take this sparkle 
The look. It is the first look of fire 
Your call. That call in the distance 
Grows up into the long hum 
The hum of free land's birth.