Somewhere deep in southern lands
Lies the mouth of a pit that never ends
Women go to well wish, men to ring their bells
Debating whether it's a door to heaven or gate to hell

But few know what really goes on down there
Once every hundred years the pit beckons at will
A bird of prey until it's curiosity over whelms
And the bird's flight is sucked in as if up was down

If you are there to witness these siphoned wings
Take a seat and feel the vertigo of the winds
Unbeknownst to the feathers it falls and falls
Until it fell and then it falls more and shadows sink in

And as the hole swallows it's esteemed guest
While you feel the rise and fall of the inferno's struggle
Close your eyes to all that surrounds the ancient rubble
And watch a phoenix be born and arise

With a fire so great that the light burns your mind
And leaves a mark on the lids of your eyes
That will show you your very soul
Until the end of your time