I’m the Original Phoenix, rock star
In the parallel universe
With anti-rock terrorists at war
Fighting the curse
I fell for the forbidden
The machine gun preacher
I was, you can say smitten
Anti-rock terrorism, he preached
To end our precious blood line
The end, their agendas screeched
But we fought without a whine
I met him once
“Die you infidel!” he said
I almost lost my stance
But only his eyes, I could picture in my head
The battle neared
Killing many, Antis and Rocks
Blood was smeared
People died in flocks
The dead Original Phoenixes rose from the ashes
And finished the battle
The dread was gone
Our coven was safe like always
And so was my love
Killing me in infinite ways
I still sing in tears, mourn
My heart, now as cold as ice
His ashes in the urn
My love never dies
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