Fire In The Warriors Soul,
Origin Of Strenght And Desire
Higher, Darkened Clouds Come,

Static Air Chocking The Liar

Time

Getting Near
I Can Hear
Low Rumbles Fighting With Light

Split Wicked Fingers
Race Down To This Place
The Heat Of It Chinning My Face


Strike
Blast Bright

Possessed By The Fire Within Me
Only A Pure Heart Survives