Out of the ashes I rise, slow, cold, stench, the marks engraved deep within my skin, scorched from the outside, my soul still wins. Turning, whirling, screeching, I rise, Up, up, up, I rise, my spirit wincing at the pain. The wind blows, Still I rise. Out of the darkness a form, correction: Out of the light a form, so bright and sure, This light glides towards me. Pain, scorching heat, disappears; I look and behold, Still I rise. Nail pierced hands, spear pierced side, holes in his feet... Still he glows. Brighter than the sun, yet soothing to the eyes, still I rise. Peace floods my soul, my spirit is in sync as yet... I rise. Out of the ashes I rise, Into Salvation, I rise.