From a land of flooded green,
The Gardens of Arcadia, where no heart can grieve.
But a king’s own son, with heart so bold,
Faced a gleaming choice.
A fiery blight consumed his kin, in the darkest night.
Scattered like embers, across the land.
(Chorus) Oh, the flames raged high, on Aphra’s scales,
A dragon’s breath, a burning track.
No mortal dared, nor hero brave,
To cross the fire, a life to save.
But from the ash, a new form stirred,
A promise whispered, a sacred word.
(Verse 2) The Amazonian stole the princess, and called her daughter,
On Venus’ plains, a hidden space, there she was laid,
Then Leira’s embrace, a love once known,
Had to abandon the only love she’d known.
A choice undone, For Natu’s plan,
she trusted the Grove with her Son,
(Chorus) Oh, the flame raged high, on Aphra’s scales,
A dragon’s breath, a burning track.
No mortal dared, nor hero brave,
To cross the fire, a life to save.
But from the ash, a new form stirred,
A promise whispered, a sacred word.
So the Ash was scattered, but life still grew,
A tale of rebirth, forever true.
And in the dust,
While the titans sleep,
Revenge will burn the butterfly deep.