The bird of fire would ascend from ash
For five centuries it would take wing
And fly from cradle to grave
When it spread its scarlet gold wings
The night air would be set ablaze
It would die in a ring of fire
Many generations later
The Phoenix would resurrect
From its ashes would come a luminous cocoon
Alive with the flame of existence
The fledgling would take the ashes of old
And carry them to the sun
For the sacrifice of the ages
Certain of its fatality
As the sun begins to rise
You can hear its song
The guardian of the dawn
Is reborn once more
Only to plunge back into the inferno
And rise from the pyre
To complete the perpetual circle
Of death and rebirth
For five centuries it would take wing
And fly from cradle to grave
When it spread its scarlet gold wings
The night air would be set ablaze
It would die in a ring of fire
Many generations later
The Phoenix would resurrect
From its ashes would come a luminous cocoon
Alive with the flame of existence
The fledgling would take the ashes of old
And carry them to the sun
For the sacrifice of the ages
Certain of its fatality
As the sun begins to rise
You can hear its song
The guardian of the dawn
Is reborn once more
Only to plunge back into the inferno
And rise from the pyre
To complete the perpetual circle
Of death and rebirth
