If you ever hear the song of a dying phoenix 
don't let sadness close your ears 
you may offend the secret face of nature 
It is not a mourning but a hymn. 

If you ever see the bright pyre strip 
the nightly creature from the chains 
you'll witness what the most 
can only envy 
the glorious coupling of the light 
with the dark 
Burning Phoenix rise 
Ash is what you leave to go up high 

The flaming bird knows the time 
when the astral gates are open time 
to fulfil its noble destiny 
it was born to fly 
Forever, with the burning legions 
of its kind. 

On wings of smoke they are singing 
Their calling is the calling of the free 
"Fly with us"