Flowers that bloom in the darkness
It's a sighting that is rare [bad word] across
Nobody seems to have noticed
That the power that could be bestowed is lost

Riding through the twilight
This armory protects my heart

There's a voice that is calling
It's calling for me to go beyond
Where I've always been longing
I'm longing to find where I belong
Soon this fight [bad word] to an end
The Valky-rie chose to defend

When we were young, endless wonder
Thoughts of death were not a cause to live slowly
Now the unknowns seem to haunt us
Could this physical experience be free?

What is fate revealing, will I survive, or will I fall?