Over the hills spiraling away To where fairies still fly The first still looks young Beholden by primitive ecstasy In magical times, where night still runs cold Lies a memory of destiny A nostalgic tale of ruin and dearth Phoenix rising in blood Streaming wolfen rune Billowing with red and gold Seething runic might The golden rose of power A victorious romance Among the crushing waves A bright and vibrant fervor Upholds our destiny Over the hills swirling away To where the birds still flutter A song recalls our past Phoenix rising in blood