And when your voice drowns in the sky
We won't see tears, our hearts will die.
We'll be reborn, I'll show you how
We'll keep the sound much stronger now.
With phoenix ashes on the ground,
We're heaven-born, but are hell-bound,
Burst out the flames, set up the fire,
Like mini gods we will arrive.
If all the thorns were worth the blood,
The strains on shirts that we had got
Will bloom in roses red and blue,
If all the words of mine are true.