| An ancient tale only wise men can tell
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| The secret of eternal life in the grip of the serpent’s coils
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| Wings open, reaching out for knowledge
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| Chaos and order, life and death
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| Empires have fallen, heroes have died
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| But I soar and I fly, centuries are mine
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| For all my own life I’ve been wandering alone
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| For answers that I can’t find
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| Flames of knowledge are thos of my wings
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| My ashes ain’t death, since light I will bring
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| For I will ris again
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| Pyres still burn, but purity is lost
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| The strenght of men when all shall end
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| Wisdom, is such a shame is interred
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| Symbol of the past, only ashes now remains
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| The Ouroboros watches, its coils unperturbed
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| Fire is a passage to a new life
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| Enlightenment soon will come
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| I will find my true self
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| A new knowledge within
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| Eternally I fly
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| Wisdom and strenght I seek
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| Evil and good nourish my flames
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| In aeons I’ll live, forever I’ll burn
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| An unending cycle, my gift or my doom
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| Wisdom and strenght I seek
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| Evil and good nourish my flames
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| In aeons I’ll live, forever I’ll burn
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| An unending cycle, my gift or my doom
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| Memories are carved in my every feather
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| Fire is a passage to a new life
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| Enlightenment soon will come
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| I will find my true self
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| A new knowledge within
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| I’m reborn
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| I still burn
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| I’m reborn
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| I still burn |