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[Rob Thorne] The sun is fire The moon is ice And blood is offered As a sacrifice A spell is woven A trance is broken A man has spoken The words The season turns cold The spirit grows old And the pain becomes too much To bear alone Night has fallen Smoke will rise The flame is calling you Home I can't remember my dreams anymore But the nightmare rages on Rages on Songtexte And every hour Is filled with regret Of when I reached out Beyond the edge of the flame Aus Songtexte Mania