Wyrd - Soulburn 8. Soulburn Now in the falling of gloom The red fire paints the empty room Burn all the bridges, burn the past Flames will swallow all that once was Once again the glow returns Around me everything burns Burn all the letters, burn all books Fire will swallow all your lies Come, fire, rise Thrice on an autumn's night Come, fire, rise Burn my soul http://rockerek.hu/