

(ahhhh) From the ash and the dust of the old days
In the quiet of a cold,
silent grave
We can feel a new heat in the dark space
Every ember is starting to rave
And the sparks start to climb
Through the cracks in the sky
It is time
Rising the flame We are burning again
Flying of the Phoenix,
high through the rain
Out of the fire,
we take to the air
Watch as the heat washes over despair (ooh-yeah)
Now the shadows are running in fear
As the golden wings start to unfold
Every promise we made is so clear Written bright in a story
of gold
No more cages, no more chains
Only the heat that remains
We burn to begin (hah-ah-ah)
Rising the flame We are burning again Flying of the Phoenix,
high through the rain
Out of the fire,
we take to the air
Watch as the heat washes over despair
Flying... rising... (into the
light)