When darkness arrives
With tremors and blue vibes,
When the roars of war are heading us,
Far from the rye,
Taking captive all hope,
And spreading their blight.
Heed the call, all of you,
To push back and hold tight.
Shine, Healers, Shine.
When two flames align,
A torch burns bright
When three are aligned,
Then a fire takes flight.
Imagine what happens
When more and moreRise up
And give their light.
Shine, Healers, Shine.
Though shadows may rise
Rise from the war,
And resist with all their might,
Even they must flee
When our candles unite.
Until the sun rises high,
We will strive
In this decisive night.
Shine, Healers, Shine.
