When the world burns in the ashes of ambition, I ask the silence in the dead of night: Why does iron energy, like blades in a cold clash, Rules a world where the soul disappears from sight? This is an endless struggle, a test of raw strength, Where everyone strives to rise above the stars. But in my chest another source blooms, Other dawns and ages under another sky. My maiden heart has tasted iron, But it does not crave ruin or pain. We walk the edge, thin wire and siren, Where every shot is but a lonely bell in vain. My fire is not for evil, my fire is for life! Where you bring destruction, I will end the strife! This is the flame of joy, the light of a love so deep, We are of a different spirit, though the blood is ours! I will gather all my demons into a circle! I WILL TAME THEM! I WILL BURN YOUR ANGRY! My fire is my power FROM ASHES — A NEW AGE! I will tame the chaos, melt the scream into song, My demons build temples of crystals and dreams. When this man's world seems too small and too wrong, I will bring the fiery spring in my hands,
