On her scorching back, her wings of fire
Feathers alight as she leaps from the pyre
Into the sky, her skin in a flame
Burning the night, people know her name
Ashes of the fallen, the embers of the dead
As the kindle spark, she rise in it’s stead
The gleam of her claws, so sharp, so cold
Pride befalls her, her power unfold
Swooping down towards her prey
Young ones to feed ‘fore the end of the day
Everything she purges, young or old
Those that will hinder, she turns into coal
This is the tale of the firey bird
Listen, and praise every burning word
The Phoenix has risen, this is her reign
And if she shall die, she’ll live once again
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