歌詞

From the highest court of heaven she fell through scarlet rain

A broken celestial maiden with ashes in her hair

They tore her name from golden scrolls and cast her toward the night

Yet in her chest a dawn still burned for mortals left below

The capital slept beneath a curse of endless moonless fire

Its children prayed with trembling hands while black clouds hid the sun

The Vermilion Bird bestowed wings that blazed with sacred pain

Each beat would steal her fading life, yet still she chose to fly

Burn my wings, O crimson dawn, and let the broken sky awaken

I will fly beyond the night where all their prayers are falling

If every feather turns to flame then let it light their way

I was cast from heaven, but my heart belongs to earth

Raise me higher, vermilion fire, through the tears and thunder

I will carry morning in my wounds until the darkness dies

Burn my wings, O crimson dawn, my soul will rise in light

Over ruined gates and temple roofs she crossed the storm alone

Her shadow poured like falling stars across the sleeping streets

The people saw a banished saint where tyrant gods saw sin

And every bell began to cry beneath her burning trail

Her hands were pale, her voice was clear, her tears became the wind

She sang of spring to hearts that knew only smoke and chains

The higher that her wings arose the less her heartbeat stayed

Yet every dying pulse became a sunbeam for the world

Burn my wings, O crimson dawn, and let the silent stars remember

I will fly beyond the pain where all their hopes are calling

If every feather turns to flame then let it break the night

I was cast from heaven, but my vow belongs to earth

Raise me higher, vermilion fire, through the storm and sorrow

I will carry morning in my wounds until the darkness dies

Burn my wings, O crimson dawn, my soul will rise in light

I do not mourn the paradise that turned its face away

For one small child beneath the smoke has reached for me in faith

If love is treason to the sky, then let my exile blaze

I choose the earth, I choose the dawn, I choose this burning end

Burn my wings, O crimson dawn, behold the fallen maiden rising

Through the fire, through the heavens, she becomes the morning

Every feather breaks apart and blooms into a scarlet sun

Every tear she left behind becomes a river of light

No throne can chain the mercy that her wounded heart defended

No curse can kill the flame she gave to those who called her name

Raise her higher, vermilion fire, past the gates that cast her down

She gave her life to wake the sky and make the darkened city shine

Burn my wings, O crimson dawn, her soul will rise forever in light