Behind some door, the fire rages on
yet frost and ice will greet you

My sins are held in such a world
where they are bound by my shame

redemption is the chains that bind them

And pride the crippled beast that guards them

the lock is melded from dishonor, and the key...

the key has corrupted me

so I may never open the lock

so I may never best the beast

so I may never loosen the chains

even a little, to let my sins breathe

And i know by all the truths that haunt me

If in grace i were to die

with my last words, i would lie...i would lie...

And even the demons could not pry

My sinful key from my lifeless corpse