We’ve tried it all, tried everything but giving in
I refuse to throw all that we have away
I still recall, I still remember better days
The endless search goes on to light the fire again
We can make a difference here
Just close your eyes and take this hand, my dear
Just hold your breath and let me dry your tears.
Live life, It’s
yours anyways
Don’t try too hard,
It’s okay to be a
loser
Breaking me, shaking me,
shaping me into what I never wanted,
Breaking me, shaking me,
making my beating heart a little stronger
Stronger, stronger.
Breaking every chain that you put on me
You thought I wouldn't change, but I grew on ya
'Cause I will never be what you wanted
This fire, this fire is keeping me alive.
Year 3434 of the Second Age... here follows the account of Isildur, high King of Gondor and the finding of the Ring of Power. «It has come to me, the One Ring which shall be an heirloom of my kingdom. All that will follow in my bloodline shall be bound to its fate for I shall risk no hurt to the ring! It is precious to me, though I abide with a great pain. Markings upon the band begin to fade. The writing which at first was as clear as red flame, has all but disappeared, a secret now that only fire can tell».
Big explosions crack through thunderous mountains
Hearts exploding, minds, volcanoes pop and blow.
Burning like a fire
I feel it all inside
But why the teary eyes?
Fire... It's a living thing. It breathes, it eats, and it hates. The only way to beat it is to think like it. To know that this flame will spread this way across the door and up across the ceiling, not because of the physics of flammable liquids, but because it wants to. Some guys on this job, the fire owns them, makes 'em fight it on it's level, but the only way to truly kill it is to love it a little.