From the pit of shadow to the center of the Sun
By the power of the witches intuition
Within the flames of a Phoenix feather
We come

From the distant call to the close encounter
By the touch of a radiant empath
Within the waters of an Atlantian citadel
We thrive

From the gentle zephyr to the mighty hurricane
By the embrace of a receptive medium
Within the winds of a dragon's flight
We grow

From the violent lighting bolt to the simple shock
By the song of endless wisdom
Within the wavelength of the spiritual continuum
we prevail

We are the Children of Solace