He found his fix down...beneath the ground
Potential phoenix of prophecy
Pulled from the memory of thunder, and spikes in the earth
Drawing out black clouds of blacker birds
And the earth [?] skyward from ten thousand years
Oh, [?] bursting to
And the darkness rains down from the sky
And back to the man who stands
Covered, all but his eyes
But the eyes of the future are blacker than the future
And the old woman says he has stolen from all of us
And the mob grabs their sticks and clubs
And the man bleeds back to the earth beneath ten thousand fists bursting to
Birds of black hot fire
Birds of black hot fire
There will be blood
There will be blood
There will be...
And what the man sours not stars
But the black in between
As he struggled to his feet
Covered in mud and blackened blood
And feathers gleaming in the torch light
He made his move...
And it was suddenly bright
He lived the night with ten thousand degrees...
Burst into