Petals crumble, melt like blood in hungry flames and perform an excited dance of passion. The soft scent of the sky has a warm and sensual effect, while it transforms into burning gold under tender and red flames. Pink veils of clouds float past in a nostalgic drift, arouse sadness and passion in the resting heart, which is tempted by the struggle in the future.

The premonition of destruction calls out to me like a melancholy melody, filling my senses with uncomfortable dreams of the morning. The times of peace bear deception in their days. These are the last times, the times of the decision between life and death, between heaven and hell, salvation or being lost.

And I'll be prepared. No speech or action, no work of fate will be able to stop me until the last day, the end of the struggle, will ring the sacred bell of judgment.

I'm not afraid. May the greedy, all-consuming flames of hatred beat so high. My heart is strong My fire will always be braver than that of dark lights and lost souls. Because I am drawn to the warmth. I am not afraid of fire.

The flames of fire in my hearts will never go out, even if its light seems as big as the closed blossom of a rose flower until now. So it will always show me the right way. Because the passionate blossom of friendship that is already ripening in me, it gets stronger with every beat of my heart, kindles a fire of trust.

Heated dreams kindled my heart, ultimately igniting passion and courage. The spirit of fire. Me.

And I know what to do Deep, somewhere in the depths of my heart, a fire crackles. My hungry flames move like liquid gold in the calm red wind. Perform a ruby ​​red, eternal dance, blaze dangerous and hot.

I am a warrior princess, I carry the red light in my eyes and leave flames on all paths and carry fertile ashes of the future behind me like the gentle wind in my hair.

I will follow my prophecy, I have been ready for a long time ... for the dreams of a wonderful future, I am looking forward to those bright colors.