In the pale moonlight stirs restless memories
Endless and ageless tugging somewhere in the heart
Across the vast starlit heavens
Filled with dreams that are yet to be made ware of
That's when the weeping begins
In the twilight hours of golden myths
Whispered thoughts are carried high upon crippling wings
Of the Phoenix who weakens as if fallen from grace
This final judgment is a serious loss to all
That's when the weeping begins
Hear the chanting, "We have no rights"
Walk among-st thousand's of black parkas of faceless women
Resembling crows gathered side by side,
Upon telephone lines
Squawking within a society of social repercussions
That's when the weeping begins
Unrest across all the lands known to man
The Phoenix nears the moment of her final death
A single tear she sheds
Life ends in a spectacular explosion of flames
From her ashes is reborn-ed anew
That's when the weeping begins
The pale moon turns a blushing rose
Have faith, is written across the dark velvet night
In shooting stars
An angel's kiss upon the wounded cheek of man
Angel-rose has healed her Phoenix anew
That's when the weeping begins...
