Arises from ashes and dust,  
His flame never dies away,  
His wings will banish the dark,  
To defend the lights of the day.  
Arises and flies up high,  
His flame lets the light be true,  
His wings let the goal be true,  
To banish away the night.

From the darkest hours of the night,  
From the blackest moments without the light,  
When the sun and the dark are having a fight.  
He burns the sky all in his might,  
With his holy flame he holds tight,  
With his heaven wings to keep his goal right.

Arises from ashes and dust,  
His flame never dies away,  
His wings will banish the dark,  
To defend the lights of the day.

Death is only just temporary,  
The Flame Majesty, a mystery,  
The one true savior that kills the misery.

Arises from ashes and dust,  
His flame never dies away,  
His wings will banish the dark,  
To defend the lights of the day.  
Arises and flies up high,  
His flame lets the light be true,  
His wings let the goal be true,  
To banish away the night.