| Trails of comets burst through the void | |
| Inflaming worlds, pervading the core | |
| Erupt an atmospheric surge | |
| They're falling falling as ashen rain | |
| Didn't he come like an angel - firebird | |
| Didn't he come like our savior | |
| Mighty wings | |
| The firebird | |
| Bear a sacred aim | |
| Firebird's trail | |
| Trailing us | |
| Float through the orbit | |
| And set our hearts on fire | |
| Determined mind | |
| The firebird | |
| From nameless worlds | |
| The firebird emerged | |
| Emerge and shine | |
| He had left his red mark | |
| On our blue earth | |
| Millions of lightened sparks, free like fire doves | |
| Leave earth to welcome our makers from afar | |
| All the primal that we knew from our blue earth | |
| Renewed by a red genesis that sets our hearts on fire | |
| Bear a blazing secret within | |
| And merge it into heat and the wind | |
| For the sacred recreation of life | |
| Emerging, emerging once again |