Allow me to share a folk song in Numen the Slayer, The Gold Phoenix Rises:
“The Skull, Ox, and Stars stand with pride, for their shame they can never hide.
Wounded by grief, the last Phoenix flew,
Its flock all but through.
With flames of vengeance, the Phoenix soared. To his enemies below, he fiercely
roared. One after another, the strongholds fell for they had been sent to Hell.
Then the False God laughs with malice as he claims his prize. The Skull, Ox, and Stars all meet their demise. They cry out for salvation, but cannot escape their damnation.
The Gold Phoenix rises through blood and fire, for all will feel his ire. All beasts of the north kneel to their new master out of fear of grim disaster.”