Flaming Blood

A call in spirit cutting through eternities
Voiceless, not of this world
And yet it burns within

The brightest light falls upon the tracks
To unveil a truth undying
That is sown within the cunning

The spirit light that guides my way
Upon the tribes of man it casts it's shadows
Its flaming blood runs in my veins

The road lies crooked, coiling as the holy serpent
Fateless, yet in this world
And thus accused in fear

The darkest shades cannot hide its grace
For its source remains undying
Cultivated by the cunning

The spirit light that guides my way
Upon the tribes of man it casts is shadows
Its flaming blood runs in my veins

A call of spirit echoing within the cunning
Faceless yet to this world, and will so ever be

The strongest force warded in its wake
By the few who knows its fires
Seeking union with their sires

The spirit light that guides my way
Upon the tribes of man it casts is shadows
Its flaming blood runs in my veins