Nightwalkers - Cult Of Luna

There is a fire in your voice

There is a fire

There is a fire in your voice

There is a fire

The river of light is running dry

Eyes are burning

Deceiving the heart

I hear howls from the northern dogs

There is a fire in their voices

Crowned in colours of fall

And the setting sun in her hand

I see children run towards dying light

There is a fire in her voice

Dusk sets a tone

Reminds us of what is to come

This night is a window

We offer our admission and return home

Dusk sets a tone

Reminds us of what is to come

This night is a window

We offer our admission and return home

There is a fire in my voice

There is a fire

There is a fire in my voice

There is a fire