We Burn In A Fire... But We're Blind To Its Light

In the depths burning with the fire of Hell,
Wicked sorcerers were casting some spell;
Dazzling lightning drew back the sounding gate
To welcome the the gloomy servants of Hate.
In the stifling darkness, prostrate and sick,
I raised my eyes, warms tears running thick,
My heart sank beneath the cruel weight of guilt;
Deprived of war, I had but to submit.
Like a sign, a flame tore the sky, my sight.
We burn (away) in a fire but we're blind to its light.
I felt my body crumbling back to dust
My mind still overwhelmed with sins and lust,
Faithful shadows with me till last breath
Fulfilling my soul on my path to death,
The sun was shining so bright,
I wantred to live not to die.