Kroda Falcon Among The Cliffs
By Blood…
By the Hot Blood –
To bewitch the Flames
Of Fire…
Kroda exalt the sparkles of Pyre
Towards Celestial Heights,
Where they dwell at that moment,
Transfigured into Falcon…
In flight above the Crags
They reached the Firmament Vaults –
And by the fading ashes
They die among the cliffs…
Only the yell of Falcon
Lost among the Cliffs…
And rustle of His Wings
Calmed down among that Cliffs…
