FmCome wayward souls
That Cwander through the Fmdarkness
There is a Dblight for the Ablost and the Cmeek
FmSorrow and fear are Ceasily Fmforgotten
When you submDbit to the sCoil of the Fmearth
DbGrow tiny Abseed
You are Ebcalled to the Abtrees
FmRise
'Til your lBmeaves fill the Fmsky
Until your Csi -iC7ghs
Fill the Bb7air in the nCight
DbLift your mighty lAbimbs
And give pEbraise to the Fmfire