Verse 1 The bells stopped ringing hours ago, The streets are black with rain, A thousand windows stare like eyes, And whisper out his name. The towers burn behind him, The heavens bleed above, And every step he takes tonight Is one more step from love. He carries fire in his hand, A shadow at his feet, A sword of silver burning red, With nothing left to keep. He doesn't look behind him, He doesn't bow his head, For every road he walks tonight Is paved with bodies of the dead. Pre-Chorus And the ashes rise like angels, As the embers fill the sky— No one knows if he's the devil, No one knows if he's alive. Chorus Here comes the man who walked through fire, With a burning sword at his side, He left a kingdom screaming And he never turned to hide. Red eyes beneath the darkness, No mercy in his stare— He walks out of the dying world Like he was never there. Here comes the man who walked through fire, And the night knows where he's been. The city may be burning, But the war is not the end. Verse 2 They called him son of heaven, They called him servant of hell, He wore the colors of them both But never wore them well. He fought beneath their banners, He swore their oaths were true, Then watched them turn on one another When the sky itself turned blue. The sword beside him whispers, Though no human tongue can hear, It glows with every life he took, It feeds on every fear. And somewhere in the distance, A horn begins to cry— Three notes from the northern hills... Three notes. Then silence. Pre-Chorus And the ashes rise like angels, While the dying city calls— But he keeps walking toward the dark As another empire falls. Chorus Here comes the man who walked through fire, With a burning sword at his side, He left a kingdom screaming And he never turned to hide. Red eyes beneath the darkness, No mercy in his stare— He walks out of the dying world Like he was never there. Here comes the man who walked through fire, And the night knows where he's been. The city may be burning, But the war is not the end. Bridge Maybe he's running from the devil, Maybe he's leading him home. Maybe he burned the gates behind him So he'd never stand alone. Maybe the sword isn't a weapon, Maybe it's a key— And whatever waits beyond the mountains Has been waiting patiently. Final Chorus Here comes the man who walked through fire, And the flames bend when he passes by. The dead beneath the rubble Lift their faces to the sky. The kingdoms called him traitor, The angels called him cursed, But somewhere beyond the burning world There waits a greater war. Here comes the man who walked through fire, And he's coming straight for you. The sword beside him glowing, The old sky splitting through. The city burns behind him, The road disappears ahead— And every soul that sees him knows... The war is not dead. The war has only changed its name.
