To bright palace of gold sunnI fly on flaming steednto steer my father's god wings.nO please, fulfill my dream.nnMy queen is the bright-haired sun.nHerald young horse master;ncrescendo the dawn chorus;nbow to bronzen pilot;nas Pantheon blessed sky father, fly to the gods:nfew mortals have flown on wings.nnFierce idols drive blood sunnthrough black heavensnso how shall I dream?nI'll weave a new verseneach dawn for you.nnI fear I follow illusion.nIs this my final veil?nThe mirage of the phoenixnfrom ash daily arises.n