Corroded has [bad word] my sword
 And weight has gathered into my shield
 Nations conquered and enemies slain
 Now standing weary on a blood red battlefield

 Longing for a rival
 Adversary worth the ichor
 To gain relief

 I was storming into my demise
 Like Icaros towards the sun
 Flames of the empyrium set me on fire
 Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
 Perpetual circle of life
 Behold the golden feathers of phoenix rising

 Reforged has [bad word] my blade
 And weight was lifted from my shield
 Burning kingdoms
 Thrones scorched and seared
 Tombstone of the fall that once was feared