A cold flame roars in my heart.
It warms me up, it tears me apart.
It lives in me, dancing on my grave.
I do not budge, for I am brave.
I feed the flame, I like the taste,
Of misery and pain, I feel displaced.
A cold flame lights my mind.
It freezes me, it makes me blind.
To all that’s good, to all of life.
Its in my back, like a knife.
I feed the flame, I love the flame,
It makes me die, I am to blame.
A cold flame feeds on my bones.
It makes me mad, I throw my stones.
I feel its power in my veins.
Like a horse, the flame holds the reins.
I feed the flame, I am its slave,
It is my rage, a fire within a cave.