Phoenix (Recording Session Rough Mix)

Into the night
My long suffering friend
We'll be reborn again
Right here where everything ends.

Face to the sky
A trail of smoke in the air
Pass into emptiness
New life's awaiting you there.

Slave to some wretched old imagination of yesteryear
All that grows in the skulls of the living are flowers of fear.

The morning red
A sun god calling you back
Down through a thousand years
White embers whistle and crack.

Await the dawn with her kiss of redemption, my firebird!
You were the queen of the souls of men before there was the word.

The morning new
The morning red
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
Our time to be reborn.

By pagan streams
A wind whips the leaves from the trees
And it is revealed to us
That we are dreams within dreams.

Born from some wretched old imagination of yesteryear
Now all that grows in the skulls of the living are flowers of fear.

The morning new
The morning red
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
Our time to be reborn.

The morning new
The morning red
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
The phoenix now reborn.