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 for 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 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
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 for 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 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
