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He soars through blood-red skies

His rage a blaze in burning eyes

Destruction and death he soon will make

Hellfire here in a path of hate

Fly into a crimson sky, soar into a new sunrise

Rise from the ashes

Fire in the sky

Trail of embers in his wake

Burn out and die

Anger flows in his veins

Rise up from charred remains

Searing skin, a blackened red

With hopes to claim the Wizzerd's head

Fly into a crimson sky, burn into a new sunrise