We are fire
we are fire

from all this ash
we're going higher
we're set ablaze
we are fire

we are the rage of a thousand broken hearts
we are the storm still growing strong
we are the madness of unrequited love
this world, this pulse, this life is ours
now

right now
head up high
right here
as we rise

and from the ashes we're climbing to the skies
alive, ablaze, to burn at last
what do we have but our hunger and our thirst?
what can we do except to burn?

out of the ash
becoming fire to burn free at last
out of the ash
becoming fire to burn and to laugh

Angelmaker
angelmaker

no scent shall ever replace
the one of burning flesh
the salty taste of sweat
the lips, the tounges, the pounding veins
no soothing words of wisdom
shall wash these moments off
they are forever with us now
forever open wounds

now all chains are broken
now we're screaming ones
gods of sweet insanity
burning morningstars

we set these lives colliding
with all the hungry ones
through pain our eyes will see
our heart will feel and pump this blood
throughout each barren wasteland
each dried and worn-out soul
red tides will rise inside these veins
and let desire soar

now all chains are broken
now we're screaming ones
gods of sweet insanity
burning morningstars

such great and burning flame
like lust like love like death
such great and dreadful light
hearts shining burning white
brighter than the sun
burning morningstar
endless white
end us
now

take this life

now all chains are broken
now we're screaming ones
gods of sweet insanity
burning morningstars

now

On her wings
on her wings

and love shall burn the earth
to testify how good it hurts
when every drop of blood in me is hers
for we have seen the truth
under the starving skies of youth
for every hollow heart a storm was sown

never free
she's strapped within my memory
buried under rusted lies
never free
she whispers from inside of me
stories of the days and nights
that showed us what to be

and love has burned the earth
to testify of days to come
when we shall harvest every storm
I smell the smoke of truth
chased by the white-winged beast of youth
this time her hunger is too strong...

and love shall salt the earth
to testify of time gone by
here grows not pain nor life nor hope
over the barren fields
my skin lies stretched, my bones all bleached
and there are feathers on the ground

never free
she's strapped within my memory
buried under rusted lies
never free
she whispers from inside of me
dare I listen? what if words can
take her home to me?