When the Phoenix flames Shine upon the rocks Of Gibraltar, shaking Their very roots to the Core, you will find my Eyes ablaze, carrying Full purpose.

The day is coming; A spark shall light red Razor-feathers and Cast beams bright Enough to blot the Sun’s Rays themselves.

And when meager times Arrive, I will not wither. I will be the candle which Never fades, my resolve The endless Wick, the fuel against Obscurity. Others will come Begging for faith; They will see my eyes Full of righteous fury, Bring about strength Renewed, and believe Once again.