To bright palace of gold sun
I fly on flaming steed
To steer my father's god wings.
O please, fulfill my dream.
My queen is the bright-haired sun.
Herald young horse master;
Crescendo the dawn chorus;
Bow to bronzen pilot;
as Pantheon blessed sky father, fly to the gods:
Few mortals have flown on wings.
Fierce idols drive blood sun
Through black heavens
So how shall I dream?
I'll weave a new verse
Each dawn for you.
I fear I follow illusion.
Is this my final veil?
The mirage of the phoenix
From ash daily arises.
