On a night of blood and fire I came back
Emerging from the hallways of the damned
Returning from the most forsaken land
Having seen things that would make the sane crack
Riding on a ship of rotting timber
Accompanied by a crew of corpses
Travelling on the broken of courses
Away from the world of ash and cinder
My skin burns from the never-ending heat
My flesh is broken and my muscles strain
And even though my body screams with pain
I stand not on my knees but on my feet
What matters most is that I’m still breathing
And that’s the goal that was worth achieving
22nd May 2004
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