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 [bad word] 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