You stood so high, I broke your pride,
Took your gold and turned the tide.
They raised their cups, they sang your fall,
And danced around your shattered call.

Your friends were gone, the feast was done,
Two remained beneath the sun.
The leeches fled, their thirst was fed—
They’ll never steal from you again.

But the sun will rise when the dark is through,
And skies will blaze in brighter hue.
Redemption’s near, I feel the flame—
The fire that burns away the shame.

Redemption is coming, swift and strong,
From ashes I rise with a brand-new song.
No pride remains, just truth and grace—
The phoenix flies from a sacred place.

They dwell in streets where lies are sold,
In cities built on hearts gone cold.
They wrote their tales with poisoned ink,
But I’ve had time enough to think.

I was Icarus, bold and blind,
Flew too high and left truth behind.
But pain has taught what gold can’t buy—
The worth of breath, the gift of sky.

Now I walk with empty hands,
Yet rich in things no coin commands.
If heaven sends its wealth again,
I’ll greet it humbly, free of shame.

Omikami—my guiding flame,
Burned through the dark and called my name.
Ryujin—my breath, my soul reborn,