I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
That once burned within these fists where defeat remains

The night has fallen down the staircase…

I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
That once burned within these fists where defeat remains
One Februrary night, we screamed our agonies
And I swear I tried to care
I tried, I tried…

But the icicles hung down like prison bars…

I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
That once burned within these fists where defeat remains
One February night, we screamed our agonies
And I swear I tried to care
I tried, I tried…
(And) I lost the will to fight…
The will to fight…
(I lost the will to fight… I lost the will to fight… I lost it… I lost
It…
I lost the will to fight.)