Battesimo Del Fuoco

Believe you me, the price is clear

A child born, the mother near.

To death and life, both hand in hand,

A failed life exposed the man

Who led her off into the flame

To cast her back to hell again.

But, hear you me, the break of dawn

Will wash away the sins thereof.

Unto the lake, beyond the tree,

The child waits, alone is he.

The flame is gone, the fire remains

The flame is gone, the fire remains

The flame is gone, the fire remains

The flame is gone, the fire remains

The flame is gone, the fire remains

The flame is gone, the fire remains