Round about is deep black darkness,
Darker than the blackest night,
Whispering deep 'n dreadful murmurs.
Bird dropped dead in midflight.
Blind and weeping, lifeless attle,
What you see is your own soul,
Burnt and weary from the battle,
Turned disenchanted from its goal.
In the ash, a spark she smoulders,
Crackling, rasping, wounded warrior,
Briars squeeze her neck and shoulders,
In suffocating smog-fill'd air.
Deep within stagnating waters,
A crystal clear elixir tear,
Rippling movement, Life stirring,
Rises Phoenix from the slaughter.
Still she rises, golden daughter,
Fears no longer yonder fright,
Strength within from those who fought her,
Blackest night turned golden light.