Consumed by the fire The thunderbird dies and rises once more flies high in the skies
in death its hard to believe that rebirth can be a possibility But what we have lost at quite a great cost the tears and the years hope drowned by the fears
are not lost at all listen, hear the call you are still quite real not a persona sensations you feel you're here, and bona fidedly real
the past and the now the future as well all one in the dao all heaven and hell
the dark and the furious power it resides in our quite curious eyes and like Persephone we mimic and we all pretend that we can gimmick and bend reality to fit our fantasy but the rage grows strong and then we deny that we all belong that we are allies and are all the same though we are diff'rently named spring turns to summer summer and then fall and we hear the call once more once more Everything Old is New Again everything being renewed I will be here when you're ready I will always be waiting for you.