Haunted by Fire

Forty-five. Second to the morning. Yeah, about time.

Time that I'd awaken by the night. In the swarm's dark light,

he wakes alone. A spark of life from hands of stone. Silent cries and

shadows deep. A lonely heart. Secrets to keep. Awakened by the night,

he rises high. A creation of man, reaching for the sky.

Haunted by fire. Haunted by pain. In the darkness of the world, he will

remain. He will remain. Haunted by fire. Haunted by

pain. Silent cries and shadows deep. A lonely heart. Secrets to keep.