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