Текст песни
At times I yearn to burst in flame and burning,
My wrath inside is restless, ever turning.
It craves to blaze with radiance so bright,
To scorch and raze, to leave no trace returning,
To purge the alien, the hostile, spurning—
To torch the world, and with it, fuse in light.
The nature of the fire I comprehend,
I love to watch the flames dance wild and free.
It turns all things to ash—I know the end,
Yet from that ash, the fire resurrects me.
Like Phoenix, I—a bird of fire soaring,
Like Phoenix, I—am dying once again,
Like Phoenix—rising, reborn, restoring,
And yet again, and yet again, and yet again.
Like Phoenix—rising from the pyre's ember,
Above my ashes, I am left to smile,
From falsehood and excess I now dismember,
With who I was, I reconcile a while.
With my own past I wage a war so tender,
And born anew, I better self compile.
My fiery strength I shall replenish soon,
My reservoir of energy restore.
Now but a candle's light shall be my boon—
The light of wisdom burns, yet scars no more.
Like Phoenix, I—a bird of fire soaring,
Like Phoenix, I—am dying once again,
Like Phoenix—rising, reborn, restoring,
And yet again, and yet again, and yet again.
The hearth is burning, watching, I am glowing,
I warm myself, in fire's grace bestowing.
Like Phoenix, I—a bird of fire soaring,
Like Phoenix, I—am dying once again,
Like Phoenix—rising, reborn, restoring,
And yet again, and yet again, and yet again.
Like Phoenix, I am dying,
And born again I rise,
Like Phoenix, I am dying,
And born again I rise,
Like Phoenix, I am dying,
And born again I rise,
Like Phoenix, I am dying,
And born again I rise.
