Crushed beneath blackened abyss,
Dwindling embers never missed,
Death wrought by an iron fist,
Of hell's army emerged from mist,
Purple haze in a torrent of waves,
Now cold; a freedom for this slave,
Another life spent in hot glory,
A winged messenger from the eyrie,
Once the slave to the lords of gods,
Now black and ripped apart by frauds.
And yet,
This mystical life will be reborn,
To wear a golden crown old and worn,
A blistering inferno bursts forth,
Into the world with echoing force,
An ancient rebirth from the dust,
The circle continues as it must.
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