First Pulse
Written by Jesse Rómlárson

The night was thin
The walls caved in
A spark, a sting
A rising spring

The clock ran wild
The moon just smiled
A fire, a fight
The endless night

First pulse, first breath
Running from rest
One shot, one scream
Breaking the dream

The ground fell through
The sky stayed blue
A twist, a turn
A need to burn

First pulse, first breath
Running from rest
One shot, one scream
Breaking the dream

No past, no plan
Just where we stand
No voice, no name
Just hearts in flame

The first pulse came!
We are not the same!

The pulse
First, First
Running from rest
One shot, one scream
Breaking the dream

First pulse came
We are not!
We are not the same!