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