The Dear Hunter - Battesimo del Fuoco
Be[D#m]lieve you me, the price is clear
A child born, the mother [G#m]near.
To [D#m]death and life, as hand in hand,
A failed life exposed the [G#m]man
Who [G#m]led her [B]off in[F#]to the [C#]flame
To [G#m]cast her [B]back to [F#]hell a[C#]gain.
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.
Be[D#m]lieve you me, the price is clear
A child born, the mother [G#m]near.
To [D#m]death and life, as hand in hand,
A failed life exposed the [G#m]man
Who [G#m]led her [B]off in[F#]to the [C#]flame
To [G#m]cast her [B]back to [F#]hell a[C#]gain.
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.
