the early sun it breaks across the misty hills the thought of wintertime we are the brave that kill another soul to take my thoughts will instigate your death realise your death is full of lifeless pain shattering your soul the flight of misery tortured minds the course to end the suffering come with me till the end of time we are the fire and the wind we are the morning and the night we are the shadows in the fields of might we are the fire of the storm we are the evening and the dawn we are the fire and the wind and the pain of tortured minds burning candles in the wind we are the fire of the line be me tonight