O that noble bird br Whose feathers br Are collected in the light, br br Shall be set aflame br By the torches of the order, br And, those ashes scattered br By dark winds across the land. br br Yet behold, br The quickening breath br Shall gather the ashes together again, br br And, from them br Shall arise that brilliant fiery bird br Whose faith is like unto the ancients. br br So too, br Shall the glow of each feather br Illuminate the skies, br br And open up the heavens br For the ascension br Of the Phoenix rising.