Eight Fires in the Rain

Northbound beneath an iron skyA river of headlights rolling byHer weathered vest, her silver ringsStill bore the names of vanished things

Then through the mist and fields of grainEight distant fires split the rainThe village disappeared in soundShe knew she'd reached the Holy Ground

All year long she wore the silenceLike a weight no one could seeThen the first guitar awakenedWho she still was meant to be

Eight fires burning through the rainEight voices calling her home againNo throne of gold, no palace wallsHer kingdom rises when Wacken calls

She wears the storm just like a crownAnd raises both horns to the soundThe world can try to drag her downShe stands as queen of the Holy Ground

She followed flags through mud and nightPast strangers sharing warmth and lightEvery face became a friendEvery song refused to end

The sky broke open, cold and wildShe faced the storm and finally smiledFor every name the years had claimedShe fed the night another flame

Every scar became a storyEvery tear became a nameThen the drums rolled out like thunderAnd she walked into the flame

Eight fires burning through the rainEight voices calling her home againNo throne of gold, no palace wallsHer kingdom rises when Wacken calls

She wears the storm just like a crownAnd raises both horns to the soundThe world can try to drag her downShe stands as queen of the Holy Ground

Faster in the lightningHarder in the rainLouder like a heartbeatHammering through her veins

Wackinger remembersAncient songs of blood and stoneWET Stage and HeadbangersMake the lost feel less alone

Welcome to the JungleWasteland burning brightEight stages, one horizonOne family tonight

When morning finds the empty fieldAnd silence settles on the steelShe takes the northern storm back homeBut never carries it alone

Eight fires fading after rainEight echoes travelling home againNo throne of gold, no palace wallsHer kingdom rises when Wacken calls

She wore the storm just like a crownAnd left her heartbeat in the groundTill northern thunder rolls aroundShe stays the queen of the Holy Ground

Eight firesOne soundHoly Ground