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