Baptism by fire.

In the cold
and the rain
Into heat
you've come again

And cruel death
rose all around
from the sky
down to the ground

And the fire
kept coming from the sky
And the fire
kept raining from on high

streaks of light
all lit up
I don't wanna
drink this cup


on we fight
in death's ground
in his sight

And the fire
kept coming from the sky
And the fire
kept raining from on high

alone we go in
but out we come
as brothers

In moonlight (part 1)

Draped in moonlight, she was standing there
little shadows on her face from her hair
in the dim white light, I could see
she was only looking right at me

In still silence, I could just hear
her softly breathing in my ear
quietly from somewhere, far away
violin music now starts to play