Flames, in my hands,
I stole, a magic land.
Stalking it, taking it,
And so, cast my glory from my loss.
I can catch the sun,
Climbing high a hope,
Giving light, and so
It's my glory, from my loss...
Despair and silence,
Reflect, hollow eyes.
Closed and bored, torn and worn,
And so, cast my glory from my loss.
I can catch the sun,
Climbing high a hope,
Giving light, and so
My glory...
I can catch the sun,
Climbing high a hope,
Giving light, and so
It's my glory, from my loss.
I stole, a magic land.
Stalking it, taking it,
And so, cast my glory from my loss.
I can catch the sun,
Climbing high a hope,
Giving light, and so
It's my glory, from my loss...
Despair and silence,
Reflect, hollow eyes.
Closed and bored, torn and worn,
And so, cast my glory from my loss.
I can catch the sun,
Climbing high a hope,
Giving light, and so
My glory...
I can catch the sun,
Climbing high a hope,
Giving light, and so
It's my glory, from my loss.