Fire is the Blood

About how tragedy can change a man beyond recognition, make a warrior out of him

Biting frost and howling wind/

And upon the steps I first arrived/

Fear drowning out every sense/

Wondering how I’ll ever survive/

Crushing words and shattered hearts/

And in the darkness I cried and cried/

Adrenaline rush eases on past/

I wonder why I haven’t died

 

From new beginnings steel forms in my heart/

And fire is the blood inside my veins/

A phoenix dies but soon revived/

What I am now is surely insane

 

Not too long now/under the sweltering heat/

Victory is a sweeter fruit/

When you have known the taste of defeat/

Almost there now/the burning biting winter/

Clear nights and the stars burn cold/

I’ve climbed the mountain and my soul is sold

 

From new beginnings steel forms in my heart/

And fire is the blood inside my veins/

A phoenix dies but soon revived/

What I am now is surely insane

 

From new beginnings steel forms in my heart/

And fire is the blood inside my veins/

A phoenix dies but soon revived/

What I am now is surely insane

The End

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