The Phoenix, bird of fire,
Going up the mountain spire.
The tinder and wood await,
Ready for the bird's fate.
It sits upon its nest,
It's been 500 years,
and now was time to rest.
The fire now engulfs the great bird,
It is cremated without a word.
Now rises from the ashes,
its mountainous mew...

And now it will start its life anew.