Lyrics:

The wrathful flames dance around my headFalling figures, burning deadA well once filled with flowing waterNow an endless tunnel of hate and squalorCovered, once, with locks of hairAll burned off, to leave me bareA hand that once reached out to feelNow gropes about for something realI try to hold onto what I've foundBut the heat of the touch melts all to the groundPulling back, Inside my headI watch for hours, the listless deadFrom my hear flows the tearsGiving no life to that which is searedI wait for the day when only ashes appearNothing gained--and no more fearAnd once again I will be pure
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