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 Valkyrie 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?