| The secret torn from a temple of stone
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| Still living in memory, grey and so cold
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| Beneath the veil of the mystery lies
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| Dark promises telling all, none can withhold
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| Though she carries a thousand scars
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| On her journey between the stars
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| Too late, I fear, is to understand now
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| We must have been here before, long, long ago
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| The faces change but the image remains
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| All present and powerful, oh, this does show
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| And they can’t see before their eyes
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| How the thunder will split the skies
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| Firebird, oh, firebird
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| Firebird, oh, firebird
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| And when the changes come
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| See the eagle on my horizon
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| Well, they’re coming for everyone
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| But it seems to be long arriving
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| A mother scorned but a widow she stays
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| And when you return again, you, you will see
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| The craven house of the greedy does rule
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| Queen vanity everywhere bleeds treachery
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| For the heroes of luck will decide
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| On the chosen one who will survive
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| Firebird, oh, firebird
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| Firebird, oh, firebird
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| Firebird, oh, firebird
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| Firebird, oh, firebird
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| Firebird, firebird
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| Firebird, firebird |