Treasure Island

Tim Vallie

(12/13/1990 / Duluth Minnesota)

A Fire Within My Heart (Vengeance)


There is a fire in my soul, it has burnt me to the bone
There is a fire in my heart, it has melted flesh to stone
There is an inferno in my breast, it rages out of control
There is a firestorm in my chest, it has consumed my being whole

There is a fire in my heart, it has melted flesh to stone
There is a rage with in my soul, vengeance will by my own
There is a burning in my mind, for death I am hell-bent
There is a desire in my conscious, filled with devilish intent

There is a fire within my soul, and it rages just for you
This fire burns with anger, may it guide my sword hand true.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2012

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