Flame of Serenity

Dreaming when the dawn''s

Left handwas in the sky

I heard a voice

Within the tavern cry

Awake the little ones

And fill the cup

As the well of life

Will be drying up

The bringers of hope

Set their hearts upon

Turning to ashes

It prospers and anon

Up from the soil

Through the seventh gate

I rose

And on the throne I sate

And many knots

Unraveled on the way

But not the one

Of human death and fate

From the depths of dark solitude

Weeping turns into blasphemies

The Flame of Serenity

On the desert''s face

Lightning an hour

In its´ divine grace