[ Featuring Jeffrey Walker, Graveyard of Creation ]
Light the fire-feel it crawl through the veins,
+
Heat of rebellion like a storm with no rain
+
The night won't tell you where the wild hearts go,
+
Find your sign in the embers' glow
+
She speaks in riddles, her voice low and sweet-
+
Preacher of the night in the devil's heat
+
