

I was buried under embers.
I was broken, I was blind.
But the dark became the altar.
And the flame remembered mine.
From ash, we become the fire.
From
ruin, we learn to rise.
What burned our wings became the pyre.
Now hear the storm inside our cries.
From ash, we
become the fire. Through smoke,
through blood, through night.
One voice
becomes an army.
One spark becomes the light.
I was buried under embers.
I was broken, I was blind.
But the dark became the altar.
And the flame remembered mine.
From ash, we
become the fire. From ruin,
we arise. What tried to end us made us higher.
Now we roar across the sky.
From ash, we become the fire.
Through smoke, through blood,
through night. One voice becomes an army.
One spark becomes the light.
From ash, we become
the fire. From ruin,
we
arise. What tried to end us made
us higher. Now we roar across the sky.