I Need A Catalyst, To Rekindle The Flame

That Once Burned Within These Fists Where Defeat Remains



The Night Has Fallen Down The Staircase...



I Need A Catalyst, To Rekindle The Flame

That Once Burned Within These Fists Where Defeat Remains

One Februrary Night, We Screamed Our Agonies

And I Swear I Tried To Care

I Tried, I Tried...



But The Icicles Hung Down Like Prison Bars...



I Need A Catalyst, To Rekindle The Flame

That Once Burned Within These Fists Where Defeat Remains

One Februrary Night, We Screamed Our Agonies

And I Swear I Tried To Care

I Tried, I Tried...

(And) I Lost The Will To Fight...

The Will To Fight...

(I Lost The Will To Fight... I Lost The Will To Fight... I Lost It... I Lost It...

I Lost The Will To Fight.)