Phoenix - Satyricon

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

Now 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 all men

Before there was the w-o-r-d

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