in the flaming red of morning,
leaves are falling,
sinking downwards,
settling smoothly on the ground
like snow on dying grass.

the wind unveils the earth
of early morning’s mist,
the crows are flying swiftly
in majestic circled flight,
awake, awake ye mankind!

for the new dawn of a new age,
a newborn sun, are calling,
the waves that hit the shores,
bring hope from overseas,
and the awakening day has come.

to finally leave the cage of rules,
the yoke of law; spread wings and fly
to leave the darkest night, the blindness,
gain sight and follow alert-eyed
the path to never ending light.

to new frontiers thou shalt stride,
not hesitating, free of doubt,
for thine is the future,
thy heart is there to change,
and finally you feel your might.