Out from the ashes a few will arise,
Pull down the curtain revealing open eyes.
Deep from the fires with a flame in your fist,
Marks the return of a man to re-exist.
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Out from the dust just a few will survive,
Pulled from the wreckage to spare another life.
Deep from the darkness we live to excess,
Kings on a throne wearing crowns of great success.
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All my life I've waited just to lay this burden down.
I have heard the calling of the rising of the found.
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The rising of the found.
The rising of the found.
The rising of the found.
The rising of the found.
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Out from the flames underneath all the light,
Taking the place where the devil's out of sight.
Deep in the soul and a gleam in the eye,
One of a kind and you're best when you're alive.