The flame is gone, the fire remains
The Dear Hunter - Battesimo del Fuoco
Believe you me, the price is clear
A child born, the mother near
To death and life as hand in hand
A failed life exposed the man
Who led her off into the flame
To cast her back to Hell again
But hear you me, the break of dawn
Will wash away the sins thereof
Unto the lake, beyond the tree
The child waits, alone is he
The flame is gone, the fire remains
Shot with a Screen Cezanne Scanner lens on a Canon EOS R5.
The flame is gone, the fire remains
The Dear Hunter - Battesimo del Fuoco
Believe you me, the price is clear
A child born, the mother near
To death and life as hand in hand
A failed life exposed the man
Who led her off into the flame
To cast her back to Hell again
But hear you me, the break of dawn
Will wash away the sins thereof
Unto the lake, beyond the tree
The child waits, alone is he
The flame is gone, the fire remains
Shot with a Screen Cezanne Scanner lens on a Canon EOS R5.