The fire still burns, when you were gone
Life in the North goes on without you
My fire will burn, with you or not
My passion will overcome

Year’s end, coming home, and what do you have to show for yourself?
I amount to nothing more, than what they understand
Feel the sense of confusion, for your wins you cannot explain
See the lack of comprehension, over the ground you worked so hard to gain

The fire still burns, when you were gone
My fire will burn, with you or not
The fire still burns, when you were gone
My fire will burn, with you or not

We live for the thrill of the struggle
We live for the love of our sorrows

I fight the fight I can never win, but I fight the fight for the fight itself
And so I am rich with failure? Brutal north, bring me down again
I guess these are the risks you take, when you’ve been gone for so many years
Would they even look up from their tables, if suddenly you appeared?

The fire still burns, when you were gone
My fire will burn, with you or not
The fire still burns, when you were gone
My fire will burn, with you or not

We live for the thrill of the struggle
We live for the love of our sorrows

We live for the thrill of the struggle
We live for the love of our sorrows

Brutal north, bring me down
Brutal north, bring me down
Brutal north, bring me down
Brutal north, bring me down

I stood at the foot of the mill, again, like a metaphor of northern time
I watched them burn off the excess, flames to the sky

Your fire still burns, when you are gone
My fire will burn, with you or not
Your fire still burns, when you are gone
My fire will burn, with you or not

So many small losses, for one giant gain
Land-marked with quiet victories spent alone along the way
Now I wander the streets as out of place as the day I left
No better off. Nothing has changed
These are the risks we take, I guess?

Brutal north, bring me down
Brutal north, bring me down again
Brutal north, bring me down
Brutal north, bring me down again