| Into the night
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| My long suffering friend
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| We’ll be reborn again
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| Right here where everything ends
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| Face to the sky
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| A trail of smoke in the air
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| Pass into emptiness
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| New life’s awaiting you there
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| Slave to some wretched old
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| Imagination of yesteryear
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| Now all that grows in the skulls
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| Of the living are flowers of fear
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| The morning red
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| A sun-god calling you back
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| Down through a thousand years
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| White embers whistle and crack
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| Await the dawn with her kiss of redemption
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| My firebird!
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| You were the queen of the souls of all men
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| Before there was the w-o-r-d
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| The morning new, the morning red
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| The fiery promise
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| Mad swirling smoke wheels round her head
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| Dedication to the queen of souls, her lost disciples
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| And when the fire’s work is done
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| Our time to be reborn
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| By pagan streams
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| A wind whips the leaves from the trees
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| And it is revealed to us
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| That we are dreams within dreams
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| Born from some wretched
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| Old imagination of yesteryear
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| Now all that grows in the skulls of the living
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| Are flowers of fear
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| The morning new, the morning red
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| The fiery promise
|
| Mad swirling smoke wheels round her head
|
| Dedication to the queen of souls, her lost disciples
|
| And when the fire’s work is done
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| Our time to be reborn
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| The morning new, the morning red
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| The fiery promise
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| Mad swirling smoke wheels round her head
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| Dedication to the queen of souls, her lost disciples
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| And when the fire’s work is done
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| The phoenix now reborn |