| In the darkness, lies so deep a spark of burning crimson fire
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| And flame which now do sweep upon the feathers of the bird
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| We all do long to keep, to hear its wondrous cry
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| So sweet and pure we weep, we watch it burn away
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| Born of fire, born of pain
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| See the birth of the phoenix aflame
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| Born of fire, and of flame
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| Spread her wings she’s a phoenix again
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| She is come from the ashes
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| Conflagration rise
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| To burn up the sky
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| Flying oh so high
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| Calling out in true passion
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| Molten beauty streams
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| Made from stuff of dreams
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| Born of fire, born of pain
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| See the birth of the phoenix aflame
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| Born of fir, and of flame
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| Spread her wings sh’s a phoenix again
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| A red gleam in the darkness
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| Crimson feathers fall
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| Hearing the call
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| We listen one and all
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| You will journey through madness
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| Searching through the lies
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| With your burning eyes
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| Scorching fire! |
| Flames that burn the shell of falsehood Reveal beauty,
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| hidden in the depths of all our souls
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| Born of fire, born of pain
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| See the birth of the phoenix aflame
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| Born of fire, and of flame |
| Spread her wings she’s a phoenix again
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| She is come from the ashes
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| Conflagration rise
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| To burn up the sky
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| Flying oh so high
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| Calling out in true passion
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| Molten beauty streams
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| Made from stuff of dreams
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| Phoenix aflame! |