Twice a millenia this bird doth rise,
Leaving a trail of fire in the skies;
Consumed by flame that never dies
And can't be seen by human eyes.
Of its existance there is no proof,
But rumor has it a warrior of truth
Will see it rise upon that day
From the ashes in which it lay.
It will come in a time of dispair,
Its holy powers it will share
To save the world from certain doom
Then return to its ashen tomb.