Leaves like strings it sounds
Alone wolf all we hounds,
when earth shakes and trembles
strong wind nimbles and wistles.

On day like Feast we mourn
Our hearts are scourge and torn,
Its hard to find a way
When the tears rain and stay.

today we dig a hole and burry
forever in our hearts we carry,
a loving hand of yours are rare
all memories shared are bare.

Help us stand again,
From this weary and broken pain,
With your hand to guide us through,
We'll rise again, strong and anew.

A Flaming heart was Struck,
The Flame keeps Burning intact,
That keep the world hearth,
Thank you to thy Heart.

Flame the eats the Worldly,
To purify whose worthy.
Shines the endless Light,
No darkness even night.

Light she bear and carry,
She's humble and exemplary.
Ave, Ave, Ave to her,
Hail to the Mother.

Her comes the Light,
So pure it ignite.
Exist from the beginning,
Long live the King.