"The winds are changing,
Warmth slowly waining,
The freeze is setting in, frosting slowly everything.
But what throttles is the soul,
Ignited as burning coal.
Jumping, surging, urging to fly,
  To fly, fly and just fly.
Like in a static pole,
The ever energetic electricity flow,
The soul being the electricity,
That runs from head to toe.
The soul heading up to rise,
Urging to thrust, to entice.
And this soul escapes,
To commence the magnificent phase,
The phase of eminence and glory,
The unforgettable journey of ecstasy.
So let us bring our souls adjacent,
Combine the forces and mark the ADVENT."