Over the Fire

My goal is to loose conscience

The challenge is to wreck my soul

I've ran out of alibis

I've ran out of control

The silvery moon invites me

To the funeral of my dreams

My last hope deep buried

It's time to justify my means

CHORUS:

Sick and tired I come to rest

Over (the) fire, my other self staring

All around me, you all try to emprison me

No force can bring me to this world

Phantoms, come to the fire

Let us celebrate the night

Gentle lions, come to the rain

Let us have one last feast

Dear serpents, come to me

Smell the hot blood on my veins

It will all be yours, take me

To the loss of everything

CHORUS

Every me in this fire

Is helping me to get where I want

At stake, my deared sanity

Carved within my every soul