[00:02.610]the huddled silhouette in the old days
[00:10.470]has long been soaked through with tears
[00:18.360]struggling desperately in the downpour
[00:25.950]my spirit gradually fades away
[00:31.560]now i rise from the ashes
[00:35.370]unfolding my wings like a butterfly
[00:39.480]when the phoenix flies past the rusted throne
[00:43.470]i will kill that old self with my own hands
[00:49.500]the huddled silhouette in the old days
[00:57.240]has long been soaked through with tears
[01:05.220]struggling desperately in the downpour
[01:12.810]my spirit gradually fades away
[01:18.420]now i rise from the ashes
[01:22.200]unfolding my wings like a butterfly
[01:26.310]when the phoenix flies past the rusted throne
[01:30.270]i will kill that old self with my own hands
[01:35.700]the restructured bones in the ruins are burning hot
[01:39.660]every cell is reorganizing and growing
[01:41.730]listen to the blood roaring to break free and become king
[01:44.880]judging all the original sins of cowardice
[01:49.620]now i rise from the ashes
[01:53.430]unfolding my wings like a butterfly
[01:57.510]when the phoenix flies past the rusted throne
[02:01.530]i will kill that old self with my own hands

the huddled silhouette in the old days
has long been soaked through with tears
struggling desperately in the downpour
my spirit gradually fades away
now i rise from the ashes
unfolding my wings like a butterfly
when the phoenix flies past the rusted throne
i will kill that old self with my own hands
the huddled silhouette in the old days
has long been soaked through with tears
struggling desperately in the downpour
my spirit gradually fades away
now i rise from the ashes
unfolding my wings like a butterfly
when the phoenix flies past the rusted throne
i will kill that old self with my own hands
the restructured bones in the ruins are burning hot
every cell is reorganizing and growing
listen to the blood roaring to break free and become king
judging all the original sins of cowardice
now i rise from the ashes
unfolding my wings like a butterfly
when the phoenix flies past the rusted throne
i will kill that old self with my own hands