Through the fires of hell
The Fallen had climbed from the brink of extinction
Time and time again, his body made of Ash
Though like the mighty Phoenix Born anew to the world
Cut free from the ropes and chains
The grit of Deceit all but gone
To the Tower in the sky, forever banished
Upon the new world the Fallen takes flight once more
Through the Rebirth he has seen the Eyes of the Goddess
And has heard her song in the far off distance
