We Burn In A Fire... But We're Blind To Its Light Songtext

In the depths burning with the fire of Hell,
Wicked sorcerers were casting some spell;
Dazzling lightning drew back the sounding gate
To welcome the the gloomy servants of Hate.
In the stifling darkness, prostrate and sick,
I raised my eyes, warms tears running thick,
My heart sank beneath the cruel weight of guilt;
Deprived of war, I had but to submit.
Like a sign, a flame tore the sky, my sight.
We burn (away) in a fire but we're blind to its light.