• I still feel the burning
    of the fire as clear as day.
    It consumes those of us
    who have lost our way.

    Those of us without Angel wings;
    those of us who strike fear.
    The fire rages in us,
    causing screams for all to hear.

    I can still feel the Hell,
    the fierce and wicked burn.
    This we bring on ourselves.
    For redemption we'll always yearn.

    Still wiping the blood off my hands,
    and paying for past sins.
    This blaze is the cost,
    for all my past wins.

    Some were worth it
    and others are not.
    I'm just paying my debt;
    at least that's the thought.

    I'm still facing my demons,
    born in my younger years.
    Demons that ravaged the mind,
    and brought rivers of tears.

    Is my time almost up?
    This I don't know.
    But my soul once so bright,
    is now covered in snow.

    And my heart once so light,
    is now filled with lead.
    So I wonder if this,
    is what it's like to be dead.

    But there's one crime of mine
    that I refuse to regret.
    Committed the very day
    my Love and I met.

    I stole his heart away;
    would have kept it till the end of time.
    But it wasn't meant to be,
    he wasn't to be mine.

    I still love him so,
    he's the reason why I stand.
    I'm waiting for him to come
    and reach for me with his hand.

    And save me from the fire;
    from the Hell coming from within.
    I think that hope,
    should be the eighth deadly sin.

    I'm a fool for waiting,
    I know my will should be surrendered.
    The end is now in sight
    and that's whats to be rendered.

    Though I still have hope
    I know I must let go.
    I'll Love you always
    please you must know.

    So I'll stay in my fire,
    and I'll stick to my Hell.
    Because I can still hear your voice,
    as clear as a Bell.

    And it's tempting me so,
    so my Love goodbye,
    I'll be with you always
    and so my Love goodbye.