All the roads are gone
And the way we go
Won't be anyway we've been
Well follow the sign of fire
In the air a psalm
Mother breaths sacred and soft
Praying for the lost
And mourning all the cost
That black fire comes in waves
Singes and chars in shades
That black flame of the old
Glows bright but it burns so cold
Beware the flame that leads you
Just to turn around leave you
Beware the flame that feeds you
Just to just to bleed you
In the smoke a song
It fights the air acrid and strong
Hiding behind trees it hates to be seen
Friendly with the flies, Whispering its lies
Polluting any ear it can convince to hear.
That black fire begs to trade
A black contract to slave
That black fire consumes whole
Prepare and armor your soul
Beware the flame that leads you
Just to turn around leave you
Beware the flame that feeds you
Just to just to bleed you
Directed by: Jeremy Quattlebaum and Sean Bolton
Edited by: Jeremy Quattlebaum
Music by: Arcanica
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