Brought before the elder fire,
On knees the child fell
And through it came the mystic flame
To cast an ancient spell
For mastery of truest skills
This child came to seek
In payment for thy peace of mind
To this the muse shall speak
One soul, two lives,
Threefold the lasting price
Not all rewards
Take shape in golden form.
What cost? What gain?
Some lost and some remained
Quite long before today
This choice already made
And once again, into the storm
Another sacrifice performed
This is the way, come flame or flood -
It's in the blood
An age gone by and still he thrives
In patterns and in waves
With windows closed as fate forebode
Agreed and fully paid
A solace in creation
No threat could render still
Forevermore an avatar,
The muses mark their will
One goal, two halves,
Three strikes for sundered paths
Not all recede
To last in memory
Come rain, come shine
Come skies with stars aligned
Turn many into one
With energies combined
Solo: Maselbas
And once again, into the storm
Another sacrifice performed
This is the way, come flame or flood -
It's in the blood.
It's in the blood
It's in the blood
It's in the blood