(Spoken, then Sung): Oh, mirror of the soul, so vain, so bright, Your greed shall wither in the night. By ash and thorn, the circle turns, In crimson dusk, your power burns. (Sung - Rising Intensity): Arrogance high, now brought down low, Your feathers will reap what you chose to sow. No gold, no jewels, no crown, no throne, Take to the skies, but always alone. (Spoken - With Gravitas): Hear the winds, they call your name, Stripped of wealth, bound in shame. (Sung - Climax): Bound to the winds, no treasures remain, Feathers and bone shall bear your pain. Fly, now fly, with no world to claim, A bird of the air, lost to shame! (Spoken, Whispered): Forevermore, you shall soar… But freedom is a lie. [Evil laughing outro]
