Now open all the doors
Where once were barren walls
To every hell within you
You put your final trust
Inside the metaphor
A condition of the heart
This is the fire
And there is no end
We turn to our anger
To burn out the pain
We have gathered here
At the burning point
Here at your darkest place
Where dreams are magnified
Becomes a myth unto itself
The nothingness appears
A distant further
As our innermost design
This is the fire
And there is no end
We turn to our anger
To burn out the pain
Burn the pain
We have gathered here
At the burning point
This is the fire
We have gathered here
There is no end
At the burning point
