[Verse 1]
The story's told of the days of old
And a fabled bird, the phoenix
The bird was killed, and its wings were stilled
In a fire that burned with glory

[Verse 2]
The flames grew cold, and a bird of gold
Then arose from the burned-up ashes
Rose to the sky, there to circle high
Forever and ever after

[Bridge]
So the story's told of those days of old
And that fabled bird, that fabled bird, the phoenix

[Verse 3]
And now once again, oh yes, once again
Once again that fabled story
For freedom's cry men arе crucified
On a burning cross of hatred

[Outro]
The flamеs may kill, yet form and will
Arise, arise for freedom