Born by the flame of the sun, raised by the sword of light.
Born in the child, a flame. Behold the Phoenix might.
Nested atop the peaks of hope, watching as it must.
The fury inside is awoken, as the mountain is broken to dust.
In the fire is madness, the world will feel its flame.
For in the eyes of the Phoenix, the dark and the light are the same.
Hounded by the children of Ruin, cursed by the Shadow's wrath.
Blessed by the light of the world with the Broken One watching the path.
Broken by the path that was chosen yet chained by a fiery lease,
It must open its heart to the daggers of ice for the maddness to truly cease.
And so the world is in balance, its fate on the edge of a knife,
For, for the wounds of the land to be healed, the Phoenix must surrender it's life.