Fire In The Warriors Soul,
Origin Of Strenght And Desire
Higher, Darkened Clouds Come,
Static Air Chocking The Liar
Time
Getting Near
I Can Hear
Low Rumbles Fighting With Light
Split Wicked Fingers
Race Down To This Place
The Heat Of It Chinning My Face
Strike
Blast Bright
Possessed By The Fire Within Me
Only A Pure Heart Survives