Show me a place that ain't hell
If there's space give me room to breathe
That's all that I need for this body can't fail
And if music be the food of love
Play on, give me excess of it, let it all out!
Please let me out of here

And I shall rise from the ashes, grow like a rose from the ruins
There must be light in the darkness
Hope at the end of the night
Yes, I've been trying all my life to get to heaven
But awoke in the eye of the storm
But I shall rise from the ashes, grow from the ruins and return back home

This is the call from the gaols
Coming up to the prisoners of pleasure
Drunk on the blood of the next generations
And I've been through many strange confusions
Splitting myself into too many faces
Now the mirror is broken I can see the worms behind

But I shall rise from the ashes...

You may well have your ways of triumph
You may well have your ways of truth
But I hate to walk upon this graveyard
Documenting life in garbage city
Makes me so sick and tired
Just gimme some room to breathe
That's all that I need
That's all that I need me and my strange friends
Take my hand and I'll take you out of here
I'll take you out of here

We all belong to the grand astral body
And there's you behind these legendary curtains
Take my hand before you wither in the crowd
Take my hand and I'll take you out of here

This is the end of the show
I don't know, was I wrong, was I right?
Oh love, I don't know
I wasn't perfect for sure
But now I feel like a new-born baby
Lying in the dew of the morning
Laughing at the sky
Like a brave new Apollo
And I shall rise from the ashes, grow like a rose from the ruins
And return back home

Lyrics: Marian Gold, Bernhard Lloyd, Ricky Echolette
Music: Marian Gold, Bernhard Lloyd, Ricky Echolette, Rainer Bloss

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