• Phoenix rising,
    Phoenix rose
    Ashes falling
    Ashes froze.
    People dying
    Souls yet unsaved
    I hear them crying
    I feel their pain.
    You may hate me
    You will all die
    Everyone has a purpose,
    Everyone has done their crime.
    Seeing things go
    Seeing things rise
    Just like the Phoenixes’ wings
    Flying high in the sky
    You see their magnificent beauty
    You hear their call
    They’re death and resurrection
    Both a mystery to us all
    Summons one, summons many
    To see the glorious sight
    Of old becoming new,
    A timeless plot.