To bright palace of gold sun I fly on flaming steed To steer my fathers god wings O please, fulfill my dream
My queen is the bright-haired sun Herald young horse master Crescendo the dawn chorus Bow to bronzen pilot As Pantheon blessed sky father Fly to the gods: Few mortals have flown on wings
Fierce idols drive blood son Through black heavens So how shall I dream? Ill weave a new verse each dawn for you
I fear I follow illusion Is this my final veil? The mirage of the phoenix From ashes daily arises