The Flames

The fires burn, the fires burn, In my head as the heart wheels turn. What you see and what you hear, Will be sounds of feet pounding roads of fear. The roads are winding, always turning, Never stopping, never deturing. Straight twords hell and what lies beneath, The devils are mine and i will be their defeat. Sweat on my brow and pain in my chest, I will fight on without any rest. These demons where placed here, some by mine own hand, But as i look closer, they scream not my demands. I do not look to these things as strength, nor do I respect them to any length. Makes me realize, and assures me well, That some of these deamons, are from another one's hell.