Night presses in upon the glass I pace the empty routes My footsteps echo, memories grasp And fill the growing gloom I wear my silence like a shield A calm that none can break The storm is buried deep within Waiting for its stake I am the fire you'll never see The hand that strikes necessity I weigh the loss, I count the dead And feed the flames, the lives I've bled Through the sterile halls I move unseen My purpose sharp, my breath held thin To end the hand that forged my chains I walk the path of sin No turning back, no breaking free The cause consumes what's left of me I am the fire you'll never see The hand that strikes necessity I weigh the loss, I count the dead And feed the flames, the lives I've bled The mask is gone, the fire still burns But I no longer know which way to turn The cause remains, the night is long But, without him, where do I belong?