Here in the still of the night
Just right before the sunrise
A magic creature is building its final nest
It is not meant to be safe
It is not meant to be strong
For it's not sleep that the creature will use it for
Carefully puts each spice and clove and branch
That lay before it
The funeral pyre is now ready to burn it alive
You burn in a fire that spices create
The sun itself stops in the sky
You rise from the ashes, and then fly away
The phoenix just can't ever die
As I stand idle and watch
I can't believe in my eyes
For beauty like this has never been seen before
It seems so tired and worn
Ready to leave from this place
Even the sun stops to listen its final song
Carefully puts each spice and clove and branch
That lay before it
The funeral pyre is now ready to burn it alive
You burn in a fire that spices create
The sun itself stops in the sky
You rise from the ashes, and then fly away
The phoenix just can't ever die
Carefully puts each spice and clove and branch
That lay before it
The funeral pyre is now ready to burn it alive
You burn in a fire that spices create
The sun itself stops in the sky
You rise from the ashes, and then fly away
The phoenix just can't ever die