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Text: Cradle Of Filth. The Fire Still Burns.

You thought it was gone
But the fire goes on
And I thought you knew me
I told you before, 'til I settle the score
That I'll never run free

I have enough pain and anger in my brain
To last many lifetimes
Yet still it grows and the more that it shows
I won't have peace of mind

The fire, the fire still burns

I have a dream
And as strange as it seems
There's no embers glowing
The fire's gone out
And there's no need to shout

'Cause no anger's showing
But it's not true, nothing I ever do
Seems to ease my fury

Get out of my way
I'm the hangman today
And the judge and jury

The fire, the fire still burns