The story's told
Of the days of old,
And the fabled bird, the Phoenix.
The bird was k**ed,
And its wings were stilled
In a fire that burned with fury.
The flames grew cold
And then bird of gold
Then arose from the burned out ashes -
Rose to the sky,
There to circle high
Forever and ever after.
So the story's told
Of those days of old
And that fabled bird, the Phoenix.
And now once again,
Oh yes once again,
Once again that fabled story.
For freedom's pride
Men are crucified
On a burning cross of hatred.
The flames may k**
Yet more men will arise! Arise!
For freedom.
*** Thanks Brenda Flynn for these lyrics