A Flame to the Ground Beneath

He's the one, pure in his heart Shining fair in the bliss never lost Noble grace, innocent faith Running throughout the fields immense Shouting free in the air again Dancing there with the wind Sudden gust hit my face, burning rain tore the clouds Fr

On virgin soil serpents are born Blind are their eyes, blinding's their bane Feigned happiness real is as death Hypocrites' plague infects the mind of man There is that fear like a curse extending in veins There is that torment that impairs thee Rovi